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A River of Mercy
i look out from behind scarred lids
to the twinkling of lights
in the square in front of me,
i am the one you do not see
or see only through filters,
“addict” chief among them.
i am the one you hope never to become,
as you walk quickly
clothed in designer’s dreams.
i am tired,
the bench beneath me unforgiving,
a cruel combination of wood and iron,
making sleep elusive.
i am cold,
it seeps in
through my seven layers
into crevices that ache.
the light shines between us sometimes,
upon which mercy runs.
I see it more often than you do.
And tonight, as you pass by me,
The mercy runs toward you
As I send my prayer out to you,
Hoping that you might see that light
Fit it into your schedule,
Somewhere between lunch and a shoe shine.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2012
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