The Home of the Homeless Man

Today I wanted to buy a homeless man something to eat.
I had seen him a couple of times before.
Once with my mother,
Once with my brothers,
And once outside the Starbucks door....

I wanted to buy a homeless man something to eat,
And merely hours ago, he was there,
But when I finally tried to find him on the street.
To my horror, someone else was there.

I turned back around,
I didn't even slow down,
I cried in the driver's seat alone.

But I knew who to call,
She made sense of it all,
Counseling and Condolences over the phone.

I spilled out the tears,
And we sorted until all was clear,
Her voice, cooing to sleep, my fears.

I asked one of my Seraphim,
"Alisz, was I in love with Him?"
'Twas no whim; 'Twas the question I feared.

She could hear my confession,
"Not Love, but affection"
And I prayed a prayer for their intercession.

Then I stood in the rain,
God, Spirits, they knew my pain.
And, by water, I was absolved of my transgression.