Sidewalk Angel

Mo and Me



You appeared to me
sitting on the sidewalk
dressed in rags
without shoes
(they'd been stolen
at a womens shelter).

I saw your blackened eyes,
your broken nose,
heard the stories
of the boyfriend
who had beaten you.
I've seen the scars
where you'd cut your arms.

I learned from you
how to give from my heart
and feel true joy.
I learned not to judge people
by appearances alone.
I learned that my problems
were insignificant
compared to those of others,
yet, you listened
with patience and compassion
as I wept.
Most importantly,
I learned how to love
unconditionally.

Now, you've disappeared.
Your spot on the sidewalk
remains empty.
My heart aches
thinking you are sick,
or have come to harm.

I now realize
you are an angel.
I was told you were
(by someone who knows
about these things).
I pray and believe
that you're performing
your angelic duties
at another location,
helping others in need
as you have helped me.




Mo is a close personal friend who has fallen on hard times. Please help the homeless in your area. They can't help themselves.

http://invisiblepeople.tv/blog/2011/09/mo-homeless-ottawa-ontario-canada/

Cheers,
Dennis