I was walking in Philadelphia on day, and saw a mother with a bounch of kid following behind her. She was talking on her cell phone and the kid tried their best to keep up with her. Thats when this little one stopped with her thumb in her mouth and looked at the homeless man. She looked at her blankie then dropped on his lap. Her mother called and she turned and ran to her. The man just looked after her with a smile in his eyes.

Warm air steaming from medal grates, Open hands Needing, pleading Reaching From garbage crates Newspapers blowing Whirling, twirling Sticking to arms And weeds Humankind-- Minds thinking Dreaming, Ignoring lowly needs Times passing, winter's Blasting Bodies closly Pressed Eyes not seeing, quickly Rushing From such Neediness Youthful glairing, Stairing downward To a wanting Haggard face Curious, Wondering Daring and caring Innocence does not discriminate Feet running, walking Then hesitating A well loved blanket Falls Young eyes penetrating Comunicating With the ageing Uniting with each others Souls Child wispering, Old man hearing, His weary smile Appears "It's just my old blankie Now it's for sharing You really must Be cold" The child's eyes are shining With love for the seeking And renewed hope That there really could be Love that is blinded of hate For the needing With selfless loving And freely giving Could she be an Angel From God?