Perhaps if they had come during office hours
with other members of the flock,
God would have heard his or her knock.
I saw a sister sitting cross-legged on the street
I’m hungry said a small sign
and pennies in a cup entreat.
What did I give either of them?
f16/ at 1/250 second
and stole their crushed images
to feed my muse
for the pleasure of intellectual savages.
Where would I have put these wretched people?
This constant nag on my best intentions;
This overkill of my compassion.
God or no god, or even the Easter Bunny or Tooth Fairy
will no one grant them a sweet
©Copyright February 6, 2007 by John-Ward Leighton
Photos ©Copyright 2007 by John-Ward Leighton
This poem and the photographs were the inspiration for the poem, “Sanctuary” ©Copyright February 6, 2007 by Billy Willbond