encounter in the park...

in a quiet corner,

on an old bench 

he slept,

curled up under his coat, 

pack of sandwiches at his side,

bottle of water by his feet,

he slept

as the world walked by, 

among the glorious autumnal colours

the families enjoying the falling sun

he slept,

slept with the sun warming his face...

I only hope that the warmth will see

him through the

long cold night ahead,

for I know that he has no home,

I know his name,

and he slept as

I walked by him today

and my heart ached

as

among the glory

I found myself

impotent

again...

into the void I whisper

O Lord, hear my prayer