A storm sweeps up the South with an icy broom,
As people huddle indoors after cleaning out the stores.
But I wonder to myself if the storm called catastrophic
Means anything to those who always live outdoors,
Homes under bridges, tents of cardboard, the weather
Meaningless when death can come and take them home...
At any time anyway.
And Jesus said to him, ‘Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.’ Matthew 8: 20
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