"Angels on the Street"
by Judy Joy Jones


last night i had a dream
which today came true
not one person died homeless
on cold concrete streets

everyone had a pillow
on which to lay
their precious heads

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

and beings of supernatural light
were at their sides
nourishing their bodies
minds and spirit-souls
for they had finally
found a home

suddenly my soul
took flight
straight into heaven’s doors
it did soar

and i could see clearly
that the homeless person
living and dying
on earth’s coldest concrete streets
was my father mother
sister and brother
and me


c jj 2024



I shared the above poem before and wanted to reshare.    Crystalinks Judy Joy Jones