Blinded by the Light
I’ve been blinded by the light of those who
survive in the darkness
Of the streets of the city
Scrabbling around for food from dumpsters,
Rummaging through piles of boxes behind restaurants.
Panhandling to get enough to eat,
Singing, dancing, selling their souls
Doing anything to survive,
Just to keep going.
Sure, they once had homes with the comforts
they long for,
For whatever reason, they found it better to
leave.
Was it fear or violence or vices or
hopelessness?
Does it really matter?
Are they lost souls as some suggest,
Doomed to live on street corners for income,
Although they are hidden from our sight?
Are their prayers hidden from the love of
Christ?
Are we who judge those who live in the edges
of the dark
Casting the first stone?
Jesus
said to them, “Assuredly, I say to you that tax
collectors and harlots
enter the kingdom of God before you.” The tax collectors and harlots believed John the Baptist, but you did not. [paraphrased]
[Matthew 21:31-32]