Psonnets of Friendship
Rescue Mission

Will forty-ounce drink offerings suffice?
His face a fallen, sullen, sunken guise,
all other men are Abel in his eyes,
who offer their respected sacrifice
while he is caught within a vise of vice,
a marked and pockmarked man in his demise
no one may kill, and few care if he dies,
another number writ in melting ice.
Some say we cast our pearls before the swine,
but who will go to him, and who will give
him broken bread with new and living wine
and shelter to this street-fed fugitive,
the storefront sign to be a Godly sign
to come in from his wicked ways and live?
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org