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Much to be grateful for

by inspire on November 27, 2008

On Tuesday evening after facilitating a meditation/mindfulness class in Dublin I had a rather interesting experience which reinforced the very topic we were exploring – how to see God in everyone and how much we have to be grateful for.

About midnight I stopped at a shop to buy a cold/flu remedy. It was a bitterly cold night with the wind howling by the shop front. I looked over and saw a homeless man sitting on his little box outside the shop with his little cardboard begging cup in hand. The manager of the shop was very politely trying to get him to move on. I wondered where he was going to go? Where was he going to sleep on such a bitter cold night? Was this in some poor part of the world where I saw this? No! It was in a weathly superb of South Dublin, Ireland which up until recently had one of the fastest growing economies in the world!!!

I offer this poem as a reminder to us all on this thanksgiving day of how much we have to be grateful for – may it remind us that on these cold winters nights if we have a bed to sleep in we are far better off than many:

The Homeless Man

I was reminded last night how lucky I am
when on a bitterly cold evening late at night
I saw a homeless man.
Huddled up on his little box
his cardboard cup in hand
the shopowner didn’t want him there (nor did anyone else)
his unsightly presence reminding us 
of the part of society that has been let slide.

I wondered could I help so I gave him some money for tea
with distress and sorrow in his face he cried
“I’m in so much pain, so much pain”
and offered his thanks to me.

I didn’t know what to do
so I offered a silent prayer
and hoped some light would come his way
to help him in his despair.
Then from out of the shadows I saw, 
another homeless man, his back hunched
feet dragging in oversized shoes
his little cardboard cup in hand.

Will these men really have to sleep on a darkened street
on this bitter of winter nights?
while airwaves bombard us with the harvest of greed,
vast self-indulgence and we blame it on one man! (ref Ireland FAS issue)

The problems we face are Spiritual
for we havent answered love’s eternal call 
to care for our brothers and sisters 
and share what we’ve got with one and All.

So now carry in your pocket
some extra money to share
a greater Love in your heart
or even a silent prayer.
Whatever your way
give, Give, GIVE!
and show you care
so that in the future people may say:
“YES” we were the generation that …
Truly learnt to Share.

by Sean M Kelly 27 November 2008, ThanksGiving Day

Thanksgiving 2008

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Isabelle November 28, 2008 at 7:10 am

Very inspirational story very heart felt. Thanks for sharing it with me.

Love you loads


Sean November 28, 2008 at 7:49 am

Thanks Issy! Yo Bro Sean

Christine Johnson November 28, 2008 at 11:56 am

Very true and moving, if we all learned to give of ourselfs this would be a much better world.
Many Blessings

Sean November 28, 2008 at 7:31 pm

Absolutely! Thank you Christine.

Annette Norris December 1, 2008 at 9:51 am

Thank you Sean. What a beautiful poem and so appropriate for the season. Your poem reminds me of a poem I wrote a few year back that is very similar…
A couple years ago, I met a man on the street. He was sitting against a building with his knees to his chest and his coat wrapped around his legs. He had no socks on. He looked miserable. It was cold, about 40 degrees. An employee came out of the store and told him to leave the premises.
When the man started to cry, I kneeled in front of him and touched his knee. I asked why he was crying, but could not understand his answer. I asked what he wanted and barely made out the word, hungry. I gave him $10. He continued to cry, while he hugged me for a long time. I cried, too. He said he had been in jail for stealing. He told me that jail was bad and never to steal. I thanked him and blessed him. He hugged me again, for an even longer time. And then, with huge tears streaming down his face, the man walked away.
The crying man opened my heart. I will always think of him with kindness and affection.

Sean December 1, 2008 at 10:20 am

Thats totally beautiful Annette, thanks for offering it out for everyone to read. Wonderful!

CORKY CAYTON December 3, 2008 at 1:16 pm

Dear Sean: During this holy sacred season, I am most grateful for the presence of people like you in my life. For all the Light you put forth, please know that I am warmed by it!!! Much Love, Corky

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