This poem is for those who are homeless
Written by Xueqin Qian
You are driving, passing me, but you did not see me
Although we are both called human,
We are quite different
You are buying cars and enjoy the “STUFF” you have
I am “borrowing” pizza from restaurants
You are hanging out with your families
I have no family to go to
Instead bouncing from shelter to shelter, bridge to bridge
You are talking about elections, exercising, taking vitamin D to be healthy
I am wandering around the street
With people like me
Drugs, drinking, and weed
At night, looking at the stars
I don’t know why I exist
“There is a church. Go there” I hear a voice from heaven
Because I don’t see myself belonging
My clothes are ragged
My beard is long
But theirs are clean
I don’t fit in
Where should I go?
Where do I belong?
Where is the miracle?
Is there one?
In this hopeless world
With my hopeless life
I long to see Abba father one day
The real Abba father, full of glory
The one described in the Bible
There I will find comfort, joy, and the purpose of my life.