My Name Is Cliff
What if there’s a bunch of Jesus ?? he inquired
& those innocent words keep on ring, ring, ringing in my brain.
hmmm
I’ve walk by every day for almost 2 weeks now and I look away each time. They are torn, tatter and broken but there they be, some not saying a word, some with their repetitive calls, all with their cardboard plea of change, can anybody spare some change ?
& my heart breaks because I do have extra coins for My Name Is Cliff
or maybe I could hand over a bottle of water to that Sad Man With The Dog
or cookies !! I could make cookies for The Lady With Child
or
or
or
and still I donottlookdonotlookdonotlook. I stay focused, I keep walking
because I have places to be, things to do, my own set of worries to carry around.
But my mind won’t stop, it just keeps wondering,
what if there’s a bunch of Jesus ??
hmmm
What IF ??
♥