not having a home
is not a disease
see how the birds make theirs
in the trees
or how the clouds roam
see how all of Gods creatures make do
when they have to
their worth not depending on what they do
or how they look or live
it is in what we do and how we give
to others that God may judge I believe
we do not walk the earth alone and
we have eyes to see though we may choose not to see
will not save us
it did not save the man who froze to death
on our busy street on Christmas Eve
while we sat in heated homes and feasted
how he was the son of a Mother once
how he deserved better from us
in the un-soft blue world.
Copyright May 13 2016 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
Meloo Melissa A Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World
This is not a mere whimsy. This man is a real flesh and blood human
being. He died on Hawthorne Blvd one Christmas Eve from exposure
in Portland Oregon where people are not homeless people but a homeless
PROBLEM. I do not share the prevailing opinion of the business elites,
the politicos and those more worried about their property values
than the issues of homelessness. When I arrived in Portland, shortly
before 911 in 2001 a group of folks had started the Ten Year Project
to End Homelessness...obviously they were unsuccessful. Many of these
people involved where elites concerned about property values, than
the human condition. There was lots of arguing and not much progress.
This is what happens when you have country club activism.
Rents have gone sky high...up as much as 300 percent. We have no cause evictions.
People who are of retirement age and have worked all their lives and retired are
being evicted. The homeless issue? It is getting worse.
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