he came to the door
interrupting whatever I was doing
I paused, wanting to finish my task, and
warily approach the request I knew
was coming from across the threshold
there's desperation in his eyes
and some story on his lips
about children, a hotel room,
or maybe a good job lost -
no fault of his own
before he even asks for
food/money/voucher/help
my brain forms excuses
presumably to sound legit,
though we both know better
even before he walks away
he knows he'll leave empty-handed
and something about his
dejection prompts the thought:
did I just send Jesus away hungry?
trying to pay attention to what's going on in the world around me
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