Matthew 25 (Revisited) written by a homeless woman who was told, “We will pray for you”

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.

Tagged as: God, Homeless, Love