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The Stranger’s Hand (poem)

Updated on November 12, 2013

Look deep into his eyes

And you’ll never see what floats through your heart

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Here is no rich man

No politician

No leader in industry

Just an average man

If even that

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Yet why does this thing move our heart

This thing of some yesterday

Not a person at all

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Dream dream dream

Look deep in its eyes

Why does it bother you

Why does it call to you

Why does he move you so

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Dream dream dream

Dream of a starving man alone in the street

Dream of a stranger’s hand with something to eat

Dream of a man whose wife bore a son

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Look deep into his eyes

This hand of destiny upon our heart

This piece of an important puzzle

This part of all else

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Sleep now dear one

And thank you for this

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      One never truly can know the hearts and minds of another, unless you have walked the walk...

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      Dianna Mendez 4 years ago

      Your words are moving and portray the emotional scene for many people today in this situation. They need our respect and support.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Lovely poetry accompanied by a most lovely song.

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      Anna Haven 4 years ago from Scotland

      Deep and thought provoking. You traverse between heartfelt poetry and carefree limericks with such ease, doing both so eloquently.

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Martin, you do not just entertain; you open curtains!

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      Victor W. Kwok 4 years ago from Hawaii

      Amazing hub with an accurate statement about our world.

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      ocfireflies 4 years ago from North Carolina

      Martin,

      The poem combined with the Cohen strikes at the core of my soul.

      Your poetry takes me so many places and at each place, you have the ability to move me. Because I live in a pretty remote area, it is a rare thing to see homeless people on the streets, though I know they exist.

      I thought that when I grew older, I would have a better understanding of why things work the way they do, but no matter how old I get, I can't understand why there is suffering such as homelessness and hunger.

      As always thank you for being you,

      Kim

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      Devika Primić 4 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      The Stranger’s Hand a beautifully thought of poem some people experience life so differently and don't and hardly consider those in need.

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      Linda Crampton 4 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

      This is an interesting poem. Faith has used a good word to describe it. It is profound!

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Bless you dear, Mh, for this for I have seen many such as this one, and my heart does go out to them. Yes, we could all be there in a minute.

      Profound write! Enjoyed the video too.

      Up and more and sharing

      God bless, Faith Reaper

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      Linda Rogers 4 years ago from Minnesota

      Deeply moving poem that really tugs at the heart. We are all this man in one way or another.

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      Vinaya Ghimire 4 years ago from Nepal

      I have seen and felt hunger. It was a terrible experience.

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      DJ Anderson 4 years ago

      Dear, dear Martin, I knew this man.

      Destiny seemed to lay troubles at his feet.

      He stepped over the pile which was growing higher daily.

      One day, he slipped and fell. He never truly recovered.

      He fought his demons every day of his life.

      When lest expected, he was gone from us.

      In some ways, I felt relief. He would not have to fight his demons any longer. Yet, I miss him to this day.

      Your poem reflects the man behind the eyes. We never know what

      broken dreams may lay in his past. We may never know what demon he

      is fighting. We may never know where he has come from or where he is going. We may have only seconds to give something to this broken man behind the eyes. We give him our brightest smile, as we glide by.

      A cheery "Hello" may be all it takes to chase some demon away from

      the man behind the eyes.

      Martin, I have no idea if my interpretation of your poem is any where close to your feelings. But, I can tell you that it spoke to me, and I responded likewise.

      Your words will stay with me all day.

      And, soft memories of a gentle man, will be my company.

      I thank you for this,

      DJ.

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      FlourishAnyway 4 years ago from USA

      So little separates us from that man but yet so much. We could all be him if our circumstances had been different.

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      John Hansen 4 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Beautiful poem Mhatter99, and the Stranger Song by Leonard Cohen (the ultimate poet) topped it off. Voted up +