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Written by: Yvonne Marie Savon His dirty face and Cheshire smile will tell you a story if you'll sit for a while About the life he used to live a long time ago before he became the homeless man you now know You might see dirty blankets clothes scraggly and worn but I see something different someone kind and warm He's talented and funny with a heart of pure gold Grateful for lunch and tip money in a quarter fold It's never much a couple, five dollars or more It breaks my heart to see him ignored As he strums his guitar his prize possession I can't always stay for his amazing jam sessions I don't Scurry along or slink across the street 'Cuz that which I've done I've done for Jesus my King “The King will reply, 'Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me. Matthew 25:40 (NIV)

Its the thread of a thought. It creeps in even When you are not expecting it. It weaves through, your brain into the air. Even when What What we bare is too much to share. You go. you flow with the ebs of the melody Letting it carry you into another Day. A day with new navigations. new stories Each one different from the last. you can't help but keep thinking of the past. LOOK part it all and move forward without fear. Fear and anguish in it it is in which we'stunted in what we can or could have been. Lxx

I am lost lost, in my thoughts. They carry me to places I've never known. Sometimes I wish to be shown Why why there is darkness farm Ander. It consumes me. Like shadows shadows that linger long after the light is gone. I Search fer pieces of myself inside haunted memories, and unfinished dreams still beneath the ruin, a quiet voice roars Survive Not every shadow wins. Not every. grief is loss. So! breathe knowing that beyond all this there is something more.