The wind whipped around the street bitterly,
outdone only by the freezing cold
that strived to keep the shivering family
from moving on – but they were bold
and knew that two blocks away
a church kitchen was open
for Thanksgiving meals
and so, they were hopin’
to get at least a meal for the kids
and possibly a bite for mom and dad,
but whatever was served, they’d be thankful
because anything was better than what they had.
Unable to pay rent, they were homeless,
Moving from place to place
till they were run out, like this morning.
It hadn’t always been the case.
Once they had jobs and a home of their own,
a car, credit cards, warm coats, too.
Now they had nothing but what was on their backs,
Not warm enough, but what could they do?
Society runs on money, the lack thereof
certainly jams up the means
of obtaining warmth, food, and home.
Except when recalled in their dreams
They could remember the promise
that did not seem so long ago.
They thought they had done everything right,
but now it did not seem so.
Reaching the church, a young man stood.
“Welcome,” he called out, “Please come in.
Grab a plate, enjoy the meal, there’s plenty of food!”
And he shooed them to the line with a grin.
Volunteers were busy on the food line,
in the kitchen and around the dining hall.
They had heard the church was feeding the hungry
Thanksgiving Day, and they answered the call
for helpers. Some had been the served the past year
and when things turned better for them,
They remembered how hopeless it had all seemed
So this year, gave up their time for Him.
Thank you to all the volunteers who gave up their time to share with those who needed it this year. You may have changed the perspective of someone about hopelessness, and given a new glimmer of hope. God bless you.