Living In Shadows
I heard of an Angel with a scarred face,
a poor man; he was in a hurting place.
Living in shadows, he hid in plain sight,
begging for change on the streets each night.
I'd heard he shared what little food he had:
the plight of beggars left him feeling sad.
And so, there is no question in my mind
that this man was both generous and kind.
He saw a crazed drunkard wielding a knife;
and forfeiting his; that man saved a life.
He pushed a little girl out of harm's way:
and his soul went straight to heaven that day.
A homeless man with nothing but his dreams:
willingly gave his life for hers, it seems.
For though he had only one life to give:
he gave it up so the young girl could live.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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