Saturday, September 17, 2016

Privilege by Teri Hoover ©

Shirts and skirts galore,
comfy clothes to wear.

Twenty pairs of shoes
and a warm bed to share.

Eight kinds of nail polish
whose use is kind of rare.

Cupboards full dishes
we fill with food to share.

Fullness found in none of these.
We still have room to spare.

Each heart that finds a moment just to settle in.
Each one that finds a place to sit, in order to begin.

Move from privilege to blessing and go beyond the din.
Bring world relief and shed this itchy skin.