God said: Look after this man.
He is in need of guidance, of care, of love.
So I obey.
He is a poor soul.
Drinks himself to oblivion.
Has no roof above his head apart from the stars.
He has lost his way.
I am sometimes of the thought
He is beyond my help.
I can but hang in with him.
Now he rests,
His bender last night
Left him comatose.
He is shunned
Family deny him
All prospects are in forfeit
He lives in what he wears.
He is such a contradiction
A refutation of reality.
His intelligence has left him
He wanders aimlessly
Begs and often steals
Spends the odd night in the lock up
At least there he is out of the weather.
I grieve for him
His future is grim
But he is a person
He lives and breathes
He hurts like everyone else.
His soul is salvageable
I await our next encounter
Will he listen?
Will he see my way?
I live in hope.
Written for: https://therattlingbones.wordpress.com/2015/05/26/tuesdays-photo-prompt-4/
Morpethroad 
Oh Michael! That is a beautiful poem… sadness turned to hope 🙂 bravo!
Thank lori, great image to write to.
yes.. I thought the same when I first saw it
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gorgeous use of today’s photo prompts!
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Thanks for the re-blog Lori..
You’re welcome, Michael 🙂
A captivating piece, Michael. The artist of the picture would be pleased I’m sure.
Thank you Sandra, it was a very captivating image to write to…
Oh my, leaves me hushed and misty-eyed. Beautifully done.
Ahh thank you Dell, so happy you felt a connection……I hope your day is going well.
Yes, it’s a pretty good day, thanks.
No one is without hope. Really, beautiful, Michael.
Thank you Mandy. Have a good evening.
A beautiful and moving poem, Michael. 🙂 There is always hope.
There always is Louise, thanks for reading and your comment.