What do I do?

At 7am in the bike lane on the Key Bridge, a bridge between Washington DC and Arlington VA, two of the wealthiest communities in this country, I almost ran over a sleeping homeless person. It was below 40 and the only shelter is the jersey wall that keeps the traffic from going onto the bike path. This person was asleep. Curled up. Countless people had passed by him this morning. I did too. I wondered too late if he was alright.

Which way?

Sometimes this sign says it all.

Fall

A leaf hangs
Suspended in a spider web.
caught between
Hanging and being on the ground
One life over,
Now getting ready to rest on the ground.
Fall,
the colors explode
Once green, now orange, yellow, brown
Once, so alive,
Now getting ready for the big sleep of winter.
Life slowing down
A time of rest,
As we wait for a return to living.

A bin of Bread

Holy Lord,
Is it enough,
Will it meet the needs,
Yesterday’s bread to someone is today’s bread to someone.
What was once fresh, has a second chance,
For the people in this world who see the need and respond,
Thanks,
For those who are hungry,
Bless them,
For us who want to help,
Guide us,
For the bread,
Make it enough.
Just for today.
Tomorrow is another day and I’ll worry about it then.
Amen