We sat there

A week later
at the shelter
the man
the man
sat in the front row

Red coat
striped scarf
and the kind face
of a wise philospher
he sat there

So I approached him
And looked into his eyes
and his eyes looked into me
and we talked
about love

we talked about abuse
about illness
about alchohol
about forgiveness
about community

And we felt the pain of abuse
the pain of illness
the pain of alchohol
the pain of love
the pain of community

And we felt God
and we felt forgiveness
and we felt community
and we felt
love

And we sat there
two broken children
with wounds still open
and we sat there
our eyes, our hearts.