He walked down the street,
Alone.
He shivered as the wind bit through
his tattered coat.
The stares, oh, he was so sick of
the stares.
Strangers with their legal, lethal weapon
of prejudice,
whose eyes burned more
holes in his heart than there were in
his shoes.
A priest passes and said,
"God be with you."
But he did not offer the poor man shelter.
A woman in a sports car glanced at him
and quickly sped away.
Without a second glance.
Without a second thought.
With no friends, and nowhere to go, the
man just kept plodding along.
No one loved him.
No one even knew him.
All but one.
Someone he had never met.
This someone watched over him,
guiding him,
protecting him.
This Someone loved that No One, even
if nobody else would.
He blessed this man No One,
this child of God,
for as wealth is not eternal,
neither is poverty.