For two decades and then some
God s will became their grand commission
A task but few would take upon
Shoulders their own Gods hand laid on
Homeless, hungry this flock that wanders
The city streets that rape and plunder
Minds of souls that have no more
Than card board box to sleep on floor
Oblivious to passerby who turns their face
Instead of reaching out with grace
These angels born to serve mankind
Would bring Gods table and food to dine
Each Thursday past some twenty years
Religiously and without fear
They cooked and came with sustenance
Filling empty, Heaven's abundance
Some would call and say to them
Why waste your time so precious lend
They just abuse what's given them
Advantages, free ride again
Yet even so if this were true
They forged with plans and followed through
Feeding brother and too sister
Healing compassion, souls life blistered
Christ called and said please feed my sheep
They heard making promise to keep
Serving mankind on Philly streets
Hungry no more they'll go to sleep
My day to shop I would cross roads
With story hers I asked be told
With empty bowls soon to be filled
Next Thursday meal with rice shall fill
And though now widow she still returns
Each Thursday night and came to learn
Her new found name given by them
God's fold she feeds and comprehends
This write was inspired by a servant of GOD who I came to know
While standing behind her at Sam's Club.
In her shopping cart I took notice of bowls and several boxes of Minute Rice.
My instincts told me that she was probably going to make a meal for a church picnic.
Though I was wrong, I was not completely. For in her cart was next Thursday's meal for the homeless
Here is where I came to know Thursday's Mom.. A servant of GOD
Another reason to believe we are all here for a purpose
Christened Thursday's Mom by the homeless, I shall never forget her face and her joy
