"Homeless Souls
Begging for Love"
by Judy Joy Jones


last night i had a dream
not one person
died homeless
on cold concrete streets

everyone had a pillow
on whch to lay
their precious heads

angels dressed in white
oh so tenderly
washed their
swollen aching feet

and beings of light
nutured bodies
minds and spirit souls
for they had finally
come home

suddendly my soul
took flight
straight to heavens doors
it did soar

and i could see
that the homeless person
dying on earths
coldest concrete streets
was my father mother
sister and brother
and me


c jj 2024


Redroom Author Judy Joy Jones