A place where there are few sidewalks but many homes.
A place where you don’t always see the pain of another until the leaves fall and the wind begins to howl.
It is different in the city – less room, more visible.
Here, I didn’t know...
that in the woods near the W*lmart stands a tent that someone calls home.
I have been to Haiti. I have seen a post earthquake tent city.
But here
a tent
is a Home?
I don’t want to see but I can’t look away.
When you “see” what do you do?
© A Sacred Longing 2009-2011
oh Denise - this is beautiful. i know just where your heart is. when i see, i am so thankful that God has given my eyes to take in even those things that are hard to see. that way i can grow in Him as i learn to appreciate more and begin to look for ways to minister even at home.
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