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Without Shelter

 I question the tale of your sorrow
and your never-ending pain
written indelibly in your hollow eyes
speaking of your tribulations 

Where have you walked from? 
Your shoes are worn…with holes
Your feet must be blistered from the miles
the many roads you have traveled

What brought you to this street corner?
You appear so old and frail
My heart is just afraid you cannot withstand
the cold this small town sees at night….

I watch as you grasp a sign saying
“we all have bad times now and then
and any help will be appreciated”
and watch your drooped and stooped shoulders
and I cannot help but tear up
at your sad plight and wonder….
I just wonder why?

Where will you lay down your head tonight?

As you grasp the money we hand you
with trembling hands
and say in a humbled voice
“God bless you”
my soul is on fire from the pain
and I want to give you a warm bed
and be assured that you are safe

Money is just not enough….
but we barely make it ourselves
and I have a child to feed….

Where are the ones who love you?
Are you all alone? 

As I drive on I cannot help but cry
tears of red sorrow
and pray for justice and peace
and hope for you

What else do I have?

I watch you fade into the distance
in my rearview and still the tears are there
falling….a lake in my front seat….
How many more are there just like you?

Homeless on the streets
cold and so alone…..


Copyright © Christie Moses

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  1. Date: 3/30/2009 7:12:00 AM
    Poignant and irrepressibly sad... you capture the plight of the homeless with distinction! Well done Christie!! Love and hugs, Keith

  1. Date: 3/27/2009 1:12:00 AM
    Very sensitive words Christie.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments

  1. Date: 3/27/2009 12:34:00 AM
    Such sensitive writing. A reality that I often meet quite regularly myself, being from a Third World country, challenging one's faith in divine justice, my faith at least. For while a few have so much, so many have so little, often with only cardboards as roofs over their heads! It's the same situation that challenged the faith of even saintly Mother Teresa when she was in Calcutta. You touched a chord here, Christie, my, you really did. Fred

  1. Date: 3/26/2009 10:05:00 PM
    I plan to go back and speak if God allows the time, afterall that is the true blessing that we receive from God, is enough time to serve Him. Is there ever enough? Many blessings to you, in hoping with your compassion that is not taken lightly. As we realize the real problem... and look upon the misfits of society with warm eyes upon them, though we are helpless at times. tears from this poem, very deeply taken, thanks, Lucinda

  1. Date: 3/26/2009 10:01:00 PM
    This poem touches me so much. I went on a trip to Naples, Florida back in 2000~ I slept with bums under bridges and even though I had a condo to go to... ending up in a hospital a homeless woman of about 50, insisted she make me a cup of tea... It was her last tea bag. How could I refuse her generosity???? I tried to reason but she was not listening, so reluctantly I accepted her gift of love and it effected me as I was at the first annual homeless Vigil in Naples that year~cont

  1. Date: 3/26/2009 3:44:00 PM
    Oh my...Why? is the question..Thousands of different stories..Its hard to accept that someone doesnt have loved ones that would help. I founds out years ago that my son was giving his lunch money every day to a homeless person that hung out near the highschool. I've never been more proud and so sad at the futility of that..thousands more that need help. Wonderful write. BG

  1. Date: 3/26/2009 2:05:00 PM
    Hi Christie.... truth is, it can happen to almost anyone of us... and I wonder where the money we pay in taxes to the state goes to; given the choice of allocation, wouldn't we, the ordinary people, want these ordinary people now destitute, to be looked after, wouldn't we be more than happy to know that in some small way we have helped them as we hand over our tax bill... as always heart felt and great writing Christie..

  1. Date: 3/26/2009 12:42:00 PM
    heartfelt- strong and fully loaded-- well done terrific write---

  1. Date: 3/26/2009 11:52:00 AM
    ....testament of You wonderful and sincerely caring sincere heart and soul! Much to be admired about your wonderful and lovingly empathic being once again! Many could learn from the beauties which I see inside of Yourself I believe! Wonderful write~filled with the pretty of Your heart and loving soul I believe!! My love always to 'You and Your Precious Brianna,' forever, John!! Have a very bright, blessed and beautiful day dear lady! Filled with happiness and joy~Bye!:) Perfect Write....

  1. Date: 3/26/2009 11:37:00 AM
    Ahh, such a heartful write; deep from the emohatic souls I would say! Within a world within millions whom suffer within such ways I would truly and sadly say! Not only in America, but even more so around this world....And though a refection of your profoundly love-filled heart, is reflectied within this longingly love filled write! Speaking volumns of the true beauties which lie deeply inside your precious self precious and dear Christie Moses! Excellent....cont....

  1. Date: 3/26/2009 11:07:00 AM
    A horrible reality, great poem Christie...Raul

  1. Date: 3/26/2009 10:32:00 AM
    In every city , at the moment and there will be more , I afraid .... Superb observation and delivery PP ....

  1. Date: 3/26/2009 9:16:00 AM
    Christie, I had to come back to this gem again and tell you how wonderful it is even on the second go around.. Will put this in my faves...Great writing homegirl.

  1. Date: 3/26/2009 8:15:00 AM
    This is amazing..."where are the ones who love you...are you all alone". So much in those little lines. I often wonder these thoughts as well when I see the numerous nameless ones here in Sacramento. You have painted such a painful and sincere picture of compassion...teach me how to write like this!! Your friend in Ca

  1. Date: 3/26/2009 8:02:00 AM
    Hey Christie, I read this piece and I know the journey that you went on to write this...I am glad that you are walking down that avenue and describing it in words...the first steps to the victory that awaits....enjoy this piece..will email later..Peace sister.

  1. Date: 3/26/2009 7:43:00 AM
    We sometimes for all our love can only cry at the human despair about us, but this poem is not just tears, it is a call to arms ... they with the means are deaf. Thanks for your humanitarianism and compassion. God bless you

  1. Date: 3/26/2009 7:28:00 AM
    You have great compassion, Christie. This touching poem reminded me of a homeless couple I saw underneath an interstate bypass on Christmas Eve. Like you, I couldn't help but "tear up." To this day I wonder what became of them. Excellent work!

  1. Date: 3/26/2009 7:15:00 AM
    We recently had a weekend trip to a mountain skiing community, and as we were pulling out of a parking lot, to return home, , saw a man like this. It was absolutely freezing outside, and my son-in-law pulled over, stopped the car, and we unloaded bags of groceries, and gave him money...and he said it would be the first time he could sleep indoors for days...he was so grateful, and touched. He was blowing us kisses as we left, and moved me to tears.Excellent poem, Christie, love Carrie

  1. Date: 3/26/2009 7:07:00 AM
    And I cannot help but cry after reading this. Timely, heartbreaking and simply unbearable to know the reality you write of. You have asked the question we all want to know. We give what we can, we ask why, we pray and we cry. A devastating time for too many. Such an excellent write. Love, Shar