Lost Hope

The
city
is gritty.
It is hard to
find a street corner
without someone holding
a sign asking for money.
I cannot look them in the eyes
fearing they may see through to my soul.
I wish I could give not money, but hope.

EPIPHANY
January 13, 2018

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