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The Homeless...

 I am their equal, through and through.

What saddens me most is the collective’s inhumanity.

 I weep at our longstanding indifference,
at our imagining that the homeless truly need anything
other than shelter and food.

 I will tell the homeless nothing that they have not already garnered
from their own experience,
but that I care deeply for them.

 I will strive to feed them
and do my best to help them in any way,
if they so desire.

 I will not tell them anything more than I Love them
and that I see them.

They are hungry,
so I will do my best to fill their stomachs with food.

 I will nourish their hearts by expressing Love for them as a brother,
as an equal.

Peace and Love

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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