A poem I wrote after observing another of the many catastrophic fires that plague the lives of the poor living in hovels in the cities of the Philippines.
You do not have to drop your eyelid over your eye to close your eyes or to experience blindness, you need only to think of yourself.
Seeing through the images that portray the poor requires intimacy, knowing their names, feeling their pain, and understanding their smiles.
A poem reflecting my personal experience with faith, with the poor, and with life changes. The children in the banner picture live, and often scavenge, for food at a dumpsite…
This poem is from my book Everyday Thoughts and precedes a reading on Job. The theology of the poem is drawn from the book of Job.
