orphanless (John 14:18)

it was on
      a crowded street
      where hope let
                   go
         of my hand,
   and as i was
   being swept
   towards the jagged
                rocks
      of despair,
            you
   reached out and
   grabbed hold,
         refusing
      to let go;

when love
         died,
   after battling apathy
   for so many years,
      i was left
      to my own devices,
            until
      you
         came along
         and gathered
         me into your
   heart;

looking out your window,
      you saw
               me,
   bedraggled,
         sin-soaked,
      mewing pitifully
      in the elements,
               so
   you opened the
              door
   and invited this
            stray  
      into your
         forever home.

(c) 2014 Thom M. Shuman