Tuesday, January 1, 2019
Sunday, November 18, 2018
At the Methadone Clinic
YOU drove by the clinic in your car
And you were afraid.
I could see it in your eyes.
There were so many of us milling there
Outside on the street
“Addicts,” you thought.
“Dangerous.”
“Unpredictable.”
You did not stop.
You tore your gaze from me
And drove by.
I wish you had stopped
And asked us why we were there;
Asked if we were the widows,
The orphans, the outcast,
The abused, the poor;
Because then WE could have told you
Our stories: our methadone miracles
And YOU could have seen
JESUS standing on the street.
YOU drove by the clinic in your car
And you were angry.
I could see it in your eyes.
There were so many of us milling there
Outside on the street
“Addicts,” you thought.
“Leeches.”
“Worthless.”
You did not stop.
You tore your gaze from me
And drove by.
I wish you had stopped
And asked why we were leeches
Of your hard earned tax dollars
And why those dollars should be directed there;
Because then WE could have told you
Our stories: our methadone miracles
And YOU could have seen
JESUS standing on the street.
YOU drove by the clinic in your car
And you were disgusted.
I could see it in your eyes.
There were so many of us milling there
In the middle of the day.
“Addicts,” you thought.
“Unemployed.”
“A heartbreak to their families.”
You did not stop.
You tore your gaze from me
And drove by.
I wish you had stopped
And asked us why we were there;
Asked if we felt successful,
Ambitious, resourceful,
Regretful, restored;
Because then WE could have told you
Our stories: our methadone miracles
And YOU could have seen
JESUS standing on the street.
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