“And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many will grow cold”
A person has to wonder
Does anyone really love at all?
Words so shallow and meaningless;
Like thin glass, shatter when they fall.
A person has to ponder,
Does anyone truly care?
If the grave were dug and you buried,
Would your memory perish there?
A person has to meditate,
of all that they’ve come to meet;
How many linger to know you,
And how many in fear retreat.
In fear that they may have to notice
That too long face to face, may reveal;
That your eyes carry pain and hunger,
And your heart has deep wounds unhealed.
So they offer a handful of sentiments;
And walk away with judgments unfair;
Pleased with their sense of discernment,
And shake off any dust of real care.
They haste from the house of mourning,
to the house full of laughter and mirth;
Too hard to sit with sorrow,
They bury their treasure in the earth.
And the Lord said, “when I’m hungry, feed me;
When I’m thirsty, cool water I need;
If I am wounded and bleeding;
Stay beside me and take care of me.
How many take time to notice?
To really love and to care?
To empathize with ones heartache;
Take time to linger there?
And a person has to wonder,
Of all who call you their friend;
Why does one feel so lonely?
Why has the hunger no end?
Written by Elizabeth Ann Van Cleve
“To him that is afflicted pity should be showed from his friend; “ Job 6:14
“Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” Hebrews 13:2
” Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.” Matthew 25:40