Fellow-men

 Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the Lord will deliver him in time of trouble. Ps. 41:1

What gross ingratitude

To affix eye and sigh

To that which fits in pockets but

Can bleed the spirit dry

Time’s common ground is cursed

We thirst; sweat and tears pour

To the great equalizer, dirt

Where dust settles the score

The commotions we stir

To appease have and hold

Are nothing more than him and her

On ways to growing old

We bear a kindred sword

To toil and till this sod

Where diligent forefathers warred

And then returned to God

Shoulder to shoulder we

Of rich or poor acclaims

Are but part of a family

Of soon forgotten names

The by and by we seek

In spite of kith and ken

Binds us together, strong with weak

We are all fellowmen

© Janet Martin

This morning I prayed for a friend on a ten-day mission trip to Haiti, for a team from our church helping in Ecuador, for two men from our church leaving today for Haiti, for a friend helping fellowmen in Sri Lanka, just to name a few...it is a small world we share together. We should always endeavor to help each other!