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The Sunset Today




The sun set today just as it did yesterday
And just as I am sure it will set tomorrow

When the sun rose this morning
I was on my morning walk and I stopped

To talk with a white bearded old man
Who was combing his beard like it still

Mattered how his beard looked and he
Told me the story how his social security

Check only covered food and he chose
To live out of a locker rather then pay rent

In this town which he can’t afford the rent
And still eat but he was ok with that because

That’s just the way it is and I think of
The Gospel of Thomas were Jesus says

The Kingdom Of God is laid out on Earth
But people just don’t see it and I realized

That the same morning sun
Warming him to comb his beard

Is the same sun that sent me on my walk
And it is the same evening sun that would set

On me in my warm bed and this gentle
Old man in an alley where he feels safe





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