by Fred Steele

Seasonal Thoughts

A thick blanket of snow
Covers the ground,
Many begin to think,
About Christmas
And their gift list.
For just a moment
Put down your pen.
Imagine you are outside
There is no heat no light,
You have no coat no gloves,
No food, no home.
You are alone
People pass you by
You are invisible.
You are always moving
Moving keeps you warm,
You need a bath, warm food
And a place to lay your head.
You may or may not be
Chemically addicted,
Yet you are likely addicted,
To something far worse “despair”
Now, sitting in your warm surroundings
Ask yourself what would you do?
Here is where compassion begins
Instead of just reaching into your wallet
First recognize him or her
With your attention, with a kind word
acknowledge they are human beings
Don’t look away or ignore them
And always remember
On a snowy gray street
In the bitter cold
“But for the Grace of God Go I”
Next time you walk down the street
Remember the season
Belongs to all of us,

Editor’s Note – we are about to lose Fred as the president of the BCFGA – hopefully the poet will continue

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