#419 – “but for the Grace”

“but for the Grace”


they annoy me

the poor

with their homeless


their wide

open fingers

and dirty teeth



for money

with their cardboard



for food

in their long

desperate lines

I prefer

not to see them

or be bothered

to care

too busy

I am

to even offer

a prayer

or to remember

that but 

for the Grace

I’d be there




About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #419 – “but for the Grace”

  1. Jackie Davison says:

    This poem speaks to me in a way I would rather not confront. What do I do when I see the homeless? I give a dollar or two out of guilt to avoid my real feelings .

    . Not that I really needed to have this realization at this time–but that’s what good poetry does. Thanks Baby


    • Blackbird says:

      I think guilt is underrated. I certainly have it – but it’s not always a bad thing. It’s true that sometimes the guilt is that I have money I don’t want to give away, sometimes I really don’t have any to give – and I think that particular moment of guilt comes out of a sense of responsibility for my fellow-man – as opposed to feeling like I’ve done something wrong. Either way though, it’s uncomfortable.

      Thanks for your comment!

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