The Gift We Keep

I search the eyes of a homeless man and see
A reflection deeper than any mirror
I understand I am him and he is me
His eyes are mine as the truth becomes clearer
That something beyond the solidarity
Of human beings who meet on the street is
Happening and understood implicitly

His present is my future and my past his
I see all eyes are searching ultimately
And that these eyes of ours have found each other

Why life has brought us here only life can say
But I his younger he my older brother
Are brothers like tomorrow and yesterday
Of which neither day exists so only now
We sit together and understand somehow
What will be will be but our humanity
Is the gift we keep which none can take away

+Steven Curtis Lance



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