Judgement Day

Today while driving I noticed a man wo was sitting on the curb where I was entering the freeway. He appeared to be homeless. I could not take my eyes off him. His features were very attractive.

Although he was sitting, I could tell that he was very tall. His skin was a pretty-bronze, and his hair a very rich, gold. His head tilted toward the ground so, I did not get a very good look at his face.

As I made the bend onto the freeway, I could not take my eyes off him. The turn forced me to release my trance. "It is, what I was thinking that was pretty intense."

I thought about the ways in which the homeless are treated at times... I've witnessed Homeless people being tormented by the masses. I've seen them get beaten, kicked or spit on.

I took a homeless couple into a restaurant once to purchase them a meal,the owner told me that they could not eat inside of his place. "Oh yes, I did volunteer a few of my thoughts, in appreciation of his hospitality."

The couple, and I proceeded to another restaurant where they were allowed to sit. I remember being angry at the mistreatment they'd been given.

Today, when I saw the man sitting on the curb; I thought to myself... "What happens if someone were mean to a homeless man, died, approached judgement day and found out that the person that they mistreated was GOD..."

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(C) logicalpoetist September 5, 2009