San Francisco Poem

Heres my poem from the city walk during San Francisco Outreach.

The City, this City.
Not owned by corporations or corporate logos
But by the people
These People
They look at us not like we don't fit in
but because we don't fit in
The Colors, these Colors.
They coat the walls and help heal a tired city.
Expression.
The walls, these walls.
They give the next generation a chance
The streets, these streets.
It feels like some of these looks could kill
Some are threatening, others are broken
The winds in this city don't bring change
they only bring more moments of no emotion
But their minds are so open, and sometimes my eyes are so closed
God, my God.
I subtly see you here in the city.
Keep being the city's undertone,
Be our life's undertone.

Remembered some quotes from once homeless people that I talked to.

"You know David, you have to think of Satan like a Boxer. Satan always fights hardest when he's losing." - Matt, from the healing home.

"It's not that the herb or pot itself is so bad. You have a lot of fun doing it. But when your high, you do nothing. Nothing gets done, no progression is made. Your wasting precious time that God has given us to talk to people and reach souls. This can happen from almost anything, just try to look at what things you might be doing that don't make any progression for life or for good and ask yourself if thats a drug or an addiction for you." -Ron Coolidge, from the healing home.

Processing SFO part 1

If community is to work, a mission is needed. A common goal and purpose is needed to drive a community. This week I experienced that. I experienced pure, functioning and inspiring community. These people weren't my friends when I went into the week, but coming out of it I have gained 17 new life long best friends.

More will writing will come from this week.
Some verses to remember for myself:

An honest answer
is like a kiss on the lips. prov 24:26

A little sleep, a little slumber,
a little folding of the hands to rest-
and poverty will come on you like a bandit
and scarcity like an armed man. prov 24:33-34