Leigh Pastoral Area

Thought for the Day

When a homeless woman turned to her Church for help
and received none, she wrote this poem:

I was hungry and you formed a discussion group
to discuss my hunger.
I was imprisioned and you quietly crept off to
your chapel and prayed for my release.
I was naked, and in your mind you debated
the morality of my appearance.
I was sick and you knelt and thanked God
for your health.
I was homeless and you preached to me of
the spiritual shelter of the love of God.
I was lonely and you left me alone to pray for me.
You seem so holy, so close to God.
But I am still very hungry — and lonely — and cold.