Thursday, March 17, 2011

Did I?

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
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?

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