Someone say a prayer
for all the homeless people
stuck out there, you can
say it with your gin when you’re in
somewhere nice and warm.
a prayer’s a prayer wherever it’s said.
These are the cold nights
steel blue nights when
cardboard is no defence against
the unrelenting elements
someone say a prayer and see
that these souls are just like you and me
with hopes and worries,
cares and dreams
and if that seems improbable
you’re probably too comfortable.
and perhaps a prayer is not enough
perhaps we ought to help them up
to give them standing and belief
that not everything they see is bleak.
thought alone will not suffice
nor will prayer although that’s nice
we need to do a little more.
© 2018, John Smallshaw.