cruel, bone-chilling -35 degree winds
warm and safe in here
hot tea in my hands
soft support under my body
surrounded by pretty
the sound of the furnace
the pantry full

in the news: Edmonton’s Hope Mission
our city’s several thousand men and women without a place to call home
a handful of agencies providing plastic vinyl-covered mattresses
for a night
a bowl of soup
shelter, for a little while, from the killing cold

a universe unknown, impossibly far away,
or so it seems
in truth, a single hard fall away

I have a disagreement with you who refuse to acknowledge this:
mental illness
bank accounts flushed away
any number of falls from good fortune—I am not immune
you are not immune

it is hubris, and infinitely dangerous
to our spirits
to claim we built our little worlds on our own,
that they are indestructible

7 thoughts on “illusion

  1. Thank you, Connie, for this poignant reflection and the powerful imagery. . . .may each one of us be reminded to reach out – not in a condescending way- but rather to affirm and restore the dignity and wholness of a ‘brother’ . . .

  2. What does love look like?
    It has the hands to help others.
    It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy.
    It has eyes to see misery and want.
    It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men.
    That is what love looks like.
    ~Saint Augustine

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