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...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Dietrich Avatar
April 26, 2014 at 4:22 PM
a very lovely poem about those who truly care and try to do something to help the impoverished. Wonderful.
Carroll Avatar
April 26, 2014 at 4:43 PM
Always appreciated Andrea!
Jones Avatar
April 25, 2014 at 12:00 AM
Grateful for their blessings Still....what a message....thanks..
Carroll Avatar
April 26, 2014 at 4:43 PM
thanks for visiting Donna..
Bordner Avatar
April 23, 2014 at 1:51 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.
Carroll Avatar
April 26, 2014 at 4:42 PM
Carroll Avatar
April 26, 2014 at 4:41 PM
Thanks Justin!
Mehta Avatar
April 23, 2014 at 7:21 AM
Nice rhythm, Ken
Carroll Avatar
April 26, 2014 at 4:41 PM
Thank you Dr. Ram..
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