Where do the homeless sleep?
What do the hungry eat?
Who hears the abused child when he cries,
the battered wife when she pleads,
the broken husband when he moans?
Who dries the tears of the orphan,
the single parent,
the widow/ widower with young children,
the aged, forgotten and alone?
Who sees the tears,
who hears the cries
of those whose constant companions are fear and humiliation?
Who sees the despair in their eyes?
Who hears you when you cry?
Do they care?
Does anybody care?
because I have been there.
I am love incarnate.