Homeless Hippie Freak

Posted: August 16, 2012 in Love, poetry
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Christ would not arrive in suit and tie

Dressed to the nines, not His way

Seek, He would, the needy social cast-offs

Comfort, He would, the distressed and despaired

Those with open hearts will know

His Love is the garb He wears

Lack of documentation, cry out the dead soul men

Just some homeless, hippie freak making trouble

Too many crowds are stopping traffic and progress

‘It’s unlawful, lock him up’, shout the establishment

Again, heart-felt forgiveness is bestowed

To the unforgivable

Educated, conservative business man

How will you greet Him?

No car, No credit, No home

Worthy to come through your door?

Embrace, Ridicule or Fear Him?

The Holy question is yours

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Comments
  1. Doris says:

    I think they deleted your post internal-cries, but got to see it before they took it out. I have to say keep writing. I can see and feel the emotion.

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  2. johncoyote says:

    I tell people the same as i your poem. The man or woman asking for help could be Jesus testing us. Last year in Texas. A starving woman killed her children and then herself. Starvation make your mind go crazy, How do people in El Paso live with the knowledge. They turn down a woman who was starving to death in the USA? I pray for more kindness and love in our world.

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