I Saw God Rob the Poor Box

I Saw God Rob the Poor Box


I saw God rob the poor box
take a beggar out to eat

two burgers and a coffee
a loaves and fishes feast.

I saw God in the alley
drape his coat around a bum

watched him walking slowly
on dark streets of lonely numb

saw Him in the playground
share his crackers with a friend.

I saw God on the battlefield
console an orphaned child

saw Him wipe her tears away
replace them with His own.

I saw Him on the subway
rise and let the tired sit.

Saw Him in the canned goods aisle
reach items on high shelves

saw the gratitude in those
who can’t do it for themselves.

I asked God what was going on
said “Hey, God, whassup!”

He smiled and said: “ just watching
my Angels growing up.”


John G. Lawless
4/14/2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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