THROUGH THE BLEAK NIGHT'S DARKEST WATCHES.

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Society's view of the poor and destitute!

Submitted: March 04, 2008

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THROUGH THE BLEAK NIGHT'S DARKEST WATCHES.

Through the bleak night's darkest watches,
Figures... huddled in doorways, or... on the ground.
Each a sad and lonely story,
So much tragedy is found!
People treated like so much litter, or flotsam,
"Shouldn't be allowed!"  Some folk cry!
What a crazy world we live in,
I should think God's Heart must Break!
Looks, position, money, property, politics, all are seen as 'making good'.
What a sad and ugly viewpoint,
Worships 'self' and 'greed' and 'pride'!
"Of those who have much, much IS expected!"
Every Bible Tells us so.
Most SEEM to care more for pets, shares and interest rates,
Leaving the poor and destitute to their fate!
So they dash past to the opera -
Or what ever happens to be their 'bag'...
"Having to go past all these beggars, 
 really is SUCH a drag!"

Cardboard covers on frozen pavements,
Icy winds whistle through ragged clothes.
Fear grips the belly of each silent, huddled figure...
As the pub doors swing open - disgorge their trade - and then swing closed!
Drunken louts, filled with bravado,
Look for 'fun' among the boxes at their feet.
"Here's one - let's end his misery!"
Voices shouting, laughter cackling wildly,
Each one filled with glee!
Boots and fists and any objects that just might come to hand,
Used unthinkingly, uncaringly, simply to cause another human pain.
Once their 'blood lust' is sated, they take to their heels, 
As his life's blood freezes and congeals in the drain...

So involved, they failed to notice...
As the first blow was struck, that he breathed a single Name -
For One Who'd once KNOWN such pain and terror
And His Response is ALWAYS the same!
Jesus came and Lifted his spirit,
From the suffering human shell.
Held him Closely, Rocked him Gently,
Reassured him that all would be well.
Sadly they watched from the shadows,
Then he asked Jesus, "Can I go home?"
"Can you find it in your heart to forgive them?"
Jesus very Softly Asked...
Carefully thinking, crying softly,
Nodding his head, they both turned and went Home!

(My heart prayer for anyone in such a position, when human blood lust has its way!)


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