A Love Poem To Our Homeless

I send love to the parts of us that we think are the worst, the parts that we hate.
The parts that we shun or attempt to lock away, like a homeless person begging us for a buck.

I send love to that One in us that judges people, casts people aside, wishes to be alone,
feels like an outcast, feels separate, wants acceptance, is afraid to risk, makes you or others wrong,
that One that is defeated, a victim, a righteous jerk, that fails, never stops to find out, kills love
and is starving to be seen and understood.

I send love to the parts that we don’t let live,
that leave scars and cripple our unique purpose.
Without love we will only yearn to sing the song we came to sing.
Or believe there never was a song.

So I send love to all of our homeless people.
We all dance the same dance and we are all perfectly imperfect, and beautifully ugly.

By Dr. Lori A Todd