It’s just after noon on
A wet, cold
Saturday
And
I find myself ¾
Of the way
From the front of a rather
Bedraggled but colorful
Block long
Line
Of
Stories
Showing up as
People
Of
Indescribable
Similarities
And differences
Betrayed
By their
Hungry bellies
Who
Never
In a world of Sundays
Would they
Nor I,
Have ever expected
To find themselves
Here.
Former
Teachers
Bankers
Techies
Yogis
Massage therapists
Bartenders
Retailers
Writers
Bike messengers
Heirs to fortunes
Standing
Shoulder to
Cart
To cardboard fruit-box
Banana usually
To recycled plastic target bags
To large rolling black zippered suitcases
Patiently
Civilly
Respectfully
Genuinely gratefully
Quietly
Waiting. Each knowing they would have a turn
Groups of three enter respectfully
With anticipation in their eyes
Another group
Exits the door
Bags
Boxes
Carts
Suitcases
And backpacks
Generously filled
With food
Food to fill the belly
Food to calm the soul
Food to quiet the fears
Food to reassure
That
For this week
This week
There would be.
They would not go to bed hungry.
And next week
Next week
The line will form
The dance begin
Refrain
Chorus
Repeat
Gratitude
Food
I find myself again
Among them
A former chef
Known in my community
Here, unknown
The same as every other hungry belly
Seeking solace
And I find
As much as anyone
I belong
And perhaps in my own way
My own experience
My appreciation
And gratitude
Extends
Far beyond the silenced
Belly crying out in hunger
My humiliation
The degradation
I once hid
Though shamed
Ashamed
Believing my presence
Proved I had “failed”
Has now become
A door to
Universal connection
[They say the hearth is the heart of the home. Perhaps food kitchens are the souls of today’s splintered society.]
[I was at the food bank this afternoon and as i spoke with those in line around me I realized how my situation was not atypical, but rather part of the norm.]
Most of the people there were going through hard times, like myself.
My deepest held beliefs were again shown to be true to me. we are all one. And
Love IS the answer. For with love comes acceptance
With acceptance there is naturally tolerance.
If we tolerate we have an opening to listen.
By listening we have the opportunity to understand.
When we understand we have the ability to embrace.
If we are holding someone
How is it possible to wage war or experience
Hatred towards them?
[Love is the root of the answer to every question]