Wonderful picture and poem!
I am shamed.
I have walked by you,
traded shallow pleasantries, ordered my latté,
gone about my daily nothings, oblivious to your darkness,
you who are lost.
I have cared, but not cared,
because you were other.
I have not seen the fire closing in,
the overwhelming helplessness of your predicament,
you the theoretical heretical stranger.
But lost has become intimate.
Lost now has a face and a heart.
And I am lost in the pain and desperation of helpless please-Gods.
But you . . .you other,
you have been lost all along, and I didn’t even notice.
And it shames me.