Tom Wright Poet Free verse

Thanks Lord, For the Burden

Thanks Lord,
For The Burden
By: Tom Wright
11/10/98 

In the solitude 
of my wretched soul,
God, always appears as love.    
Not always wrapped 
in the beauty of nature,
Or hidden in clouds above.

Sometimes He's the face 
of a starving child,
though silent, speaking to me.
Gently pleading 
won't you please help?
From that which I've blessed thee.

At times He's seen 
in some homeless face,
on the street whose bed is made.
While I enjoy 
the comforts of a home,
they're thankful for just a shade.

At meal time 
when I face that choice,
of which satisfying treat.
Their choice, unlike mine, 
will not be what
but rather if they eat.

Deep within my heart 
I struggle still,
for those living in despair.
So many people 
hands outstretched,
it seems so few to care.

In letting me, Lord,
see and feel their pain,
I know exactly what I must do.
For in showing compassion 
for my fellow man,
I demonstrate my love for You.

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