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Prayer of the soup kitchen

Trumpet sounds
penniless dignity
black and white
pavement heart
impoverished souls...

Downtrodden  parade
shameful faces
some look away
others wish you
a blessed day...

Help me Father
ease my hunger
a celebration
of family and friend
thank you Lord...

The soup kitchen
holy place
God help the hungry
who wake up
with the sun
until the day comes
when they can't...



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  1. Date: 4/23/2014 1:51:00 PM

    There is a rich paradox within this blessing for the soul searchers, neediness within the stare of satisfaction. " Down trodden parade..." great write Ken. J.A.B.
  1. Date: 4/23/2014 7:21:00 AM

    Nice rhythm, Ken