When It is Me

I had the privilege of working the late night shift at 61st Avenue UMC Last Minute Toy Store a few nights ago. It is what ignites Christmas Spirit for me.  The people we meet and the conversations shared change me a little more each year.  This time one of those conversations inspired a poem:
<pre>
When it is me
I hope someone will listen
When it is me I hope I won’t be condemned
When it is me
I hope someone has the guts
Just to pray with me
Even if I’ve lost all my words
And they lose theirs too.
When it is me
I hope someone will offer me a couch
Or a blow up bed, a floor
Or a meal
Even if only for a few days
Or weeks until I can
Stand again.
When it is me I hope my hair will
Not smell so bad
No one can sit near me
Or if it does, they will have enough
Grace to bear it for just a little while
When it is me…
remember
We all have moments or seasons
or days or lifetimes when we are
“the least of these”. <pre>

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