The Gathering
They stood
shoulder in front of shoulder
waiting for a free, home-cooked meal.
A line of men,
all homeless,
with tales untold
behind grateful, sad eyes,
waited patiently for their ration.
A can of soda,
a bottle of water
to wash down
the generosity
of the more fortunate church members.
And two pair of socks,
unused and crisp white,
a parting gift
given from man to man.
A smile,
a gentle reminder
of the human connection
we all share,
slid easily
across the faces of some,
but not so much for others.
The hurt,
the loss,
the dreams deferred
knew no color,
no age,
no boundary.
A gathering of souls
on two sides of the divide.
Memos from the Middle 
This was a very moving and deep account of one of the many problems facing America today. I think everyone can relate to this piece; I really like this it.
that was supposed to read: I really like it.
Thanks, sis! I went with our church last weekend to feed the homeless and pass out socks. I was so affected that I had to keep myself from crying. There’s so much work we can do for others. I hope we stay connect to those who share our planet, remembering that it is our duty to help. It could be us so soon. But even if it is never us, we still should be compelled to help.
Babygirl! This moved me. There are so many of our young men lost, still trying to find their way. We have to keep them in our prayers. We have to keep the mothers and fathers in our prayers as well, as these young men may very well be Prodigal Sons.