I was hungry, and you formed a humanities group to discuss my hunger,
I was imprisoned, and you crept off quietly to your chapel and prayed for my release,
I was naked, and in your mind you debated the morality of my appearance,
I was sick, and you knelt and thanked God for your health,
I was homeless, and you preached to me of the spiritual shelter of the love of God,
I was lonely, and you left me alone to pray.
You seem so holy, so close to God
But I am still very hungry…
and lonely…
and cold.
Thanks to Dave Way and the Spring 2009 Qld Prison Fellowship Newsletter, this poem was submitted by Graeme & Mary Taylor of Prison Fellowship New Zealand.
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