poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

You who know, and whose vast knowing
is born of poverty, abundance of poverty --

make it so the poor are no longer
despised and thrown away.

Look at them standing about --
like wildflowers, which have nowhere else to grow.

-Rainer Maria Rilke

since I returned home from missions stuff in the end of june and my change of work in july i have lost a bit of touch with the homeless folks i was beginning to know in tent city. this poem which was sent to my by a friend has me thinking of those folks & the plight of homelessness in our culture.

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