In a corner apartment of a quadplex,
Where the wild meets the world,
Lives a man with a tracheotomy.
In a rent controlled housing project,
Which has many more like him,
Lives a man I sometimes take lunch to.
In no way is there conversation,
How would we talk except simply, since he
Lives without a voice to speak of.
In his eyes and his smile is
Why I came today and now remember there
Lives so many with so less than I.
In a moment of busy set aside,
With a meager meal made much,
Lives the Spirit of God breathed out.
In my mouth, lunch tastes richer now,
Who would ever know that there
Lives a deeper, fuller life to be had~
except those who in such decision live.
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