The Bread Man

Night is the future
I drive in the middle of
Under the weather of moonlight
Under the charity of darkness
With Godspeed I drive
Through the scarred wilderness
The ruder loneliness
As if I were Heaven’s messenger
And had the divine right of way
Across avenues of bad news
To these streets of greed
Night is the future
For the fugitives of day
Who lay their heads down?
Where their feet have trod
And hold in rough hands
This day-old daily bread
In a prison without walls
Under stars they seldom see
Night is the future
A dream of a blind date
Our faith arranges
Between justice and love
Under the weather of moonlight
Under the charity of darkness

by Daniel Thompson


Copyright NEOCH and the Homeless Grapevine published 1998 Issue 24