Dear Friends of "Dial Daily Bread":
Lord, I feel sorry for You tonight.
A sheltered child, I sleep secure, content;
No swordlike, piercing pain of tortured folk
On lonely sickbeds stabs my sovereign skin;
I sense no anguished dread in dying hearts.
No tattered waifs from
My windows with their dirty hands, or peer
Inside with hungry eyes that plead for love.
Yet they crowd 'round Your windows looking in!
No cursed untouchables from
Beg leave to make my lawn their bed tonight.
I hear no heartsick sob in vice-cursed haunt,
Nor curdling scream of suicides dark leap,
Nor soldier's pain-racked gasp in alien land.
I sense no shock of riven flesh in crash
On bloody road. I cannot even surmise
The reason for my next-door neighbor's tears!
But through the starlit hours You may not sleep.
You dare not look the other way, avert Your gaze.
You sense each twitch of pain, and count
Our sighs, Yours the helpless agony
To feel our universal tragedy.
Lord, I feel sorry for You tonight—
But is there something I might do to help?
Be sure to check your e-mail for "Dial Daily Bread" again tomorrow.
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