Take Note
Quote from Forum Archives on January 14, 2015, 12:08 pmPosted by: randal <randal@...>
Cloudburst Syndicated Poetry
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TAKE NOTE
by J. Randal Matheny © 2015Lying at your side, perhaps,
Or living right next door,
Or working at the desk across
The company's polished floor;Seated next to you and riding
On the city bus,
Or walking in the city park
And making nary a fuss;Hidden from view, a smarting hurt
Behind the checker's smile,
Or a head in prayer, with anguished tears,
Across the Sunday aisle —Go wherever you will, good saint,
And there you'll surely find
The need for love, for faithful friends,
For a word that's true and kind.Near to you a needy soul
Awaits and, silent, cries;
Perhaps you only can console
By piercing their fragile guise.The Lord took note of hurting folk,
The ones the crowd ignored;
When we, like Him, befriend the lost,
Ours is a rich reward.— ‹‹«»›› —
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Wednesday, 2015 Jan 14
TAKE NOTE
by J. Randal Matheny © 2015
Lying at your side, perhaps,
Or living right next door,
Or working at the desk across
The company's polished floor;
Seated next to you and riding
On the city bus,
Or walking in the city park
And making nary a fuss;
Hidden from view, a smarting hurt
Behind the checker's smile,
Or a head in prayer, with anguished tears,
Across the Sunday aisle —
Go wherever you will, good saint,
And there you'll surely find
The need for love, for faithful friends,
For a word that's true and kind.
Near to you a needy soul
Awaits and, silent, cries;
Perhaps you only can console
By piercing their fragile guise.
The Lord took note of hurting folk,
The ones the crowd ignored;
When we, like Him, befriend the lost,
Ours is a rich reward.
— ‹‹«»›› —
1. To comment on today's poem (please!), please do so
here, under my own: randalmatheny.com/b/2SV
2. If you enjoyed this poem, please forward it, as is,
to your friends.
3. Recommend Cloudburst Poetry to your local newspaper,
favorite poetry journal, church bulletin or general
interest magazine.