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For Saint Jim of the Homeless

November 2, 2011
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I see you now and then
In the soup kitchen
Eating ice cream
With beatific bliss
And adding a prayer
during vespers,
For restored peace
In the park where strife
led to knife wounds
in the Forgotten.
Your grey beard and frazzled hair
Is a halo around a face weathered
by sun, and rain, and maybe Mother Gin
In a past and penanced life.
Your love is tender,
And particular and attentive;
the un-sentimental Love of God
For His children.

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5 Comments
  1. Sam Rocha permalink*
    November 2, 2011 1:20 pm

    I love this: “the un-sentimental Love of God”

    Sam

    • Matt Talbot permalink*
      November 2, 2011 3:24 pm

      Thank you, Sam.

    • brettsalkeld permalink*
      November 2, 2011 6:23 pm

      Yes. It is the best of many good lines.
      Good work Matt.

  2. Brian Martin permalink
    November 2, 2011 5:23 pm

    beauty

  3. Mark Gordon permalink*
    November 2, 2011 8:05 pm

    I’m sharing this. Thanks, Matt. You give voice to the never-heard.

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