...in Mean Streets

Written by: Ryan Sheeler

Gray sidewalk into a back alley 
Off some low, dead-end sign 
Walks a man, past 
a shadow of himself 

Who is he? Is he a brother? 
He is the least of these, the teacher said. 
He is friend to the cold and dark places… 
Do you know him? 

Listen to the stories… 

Over bridges, under streetlights; 
against the bitter wind 
These are the places they live… 
where we call ourselves “them” 

Listen to the stories… 

Where highways turn to gravel 
And lanes into sewers 
Forgotten, under glass, turned away 
By those who would not share 

It’s you, it’s me…we are they 
who sit alone in the cold 
Sleeping in the park, 
While a moment wanders by 

Listen to the stories… 

They are the beloved, 
orphans of us all, adopted by God 
They sing of wounded silence, 
longing just to know…