When Larry and I just got married at the tender age of 21, we saw this poem that has been our life inspiration. When we have problems, I remind myself that it is a first world problem and not a third world problem. We still have daily food, clothes and a roof over our head. Somehow, it lessens the problem and makes us look at those that really have needs. We share this poem with you now.
“I was hungry and you formed a humanities club and you discussed my hunger. Thank you.
I was imprisoned and you crept off quietly to your chapel in the cellar to pray 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 for me.
You seem so holy; so close to God.
But I’m still very hungry and lonely and cold.