God's fields

 I saw you with your bundle
Walking the street, a sight
Your old face worn by life
In the cold dark winter's night

I heard you say, "a dollar"
Your eyes weeping for more
These clothes that do not fit
Nor keep you body warm

I touched your craggy hand
It was anxious for help I feel
For the dollar that I gave
In the palm of God, a meal

There you lay by the door
Sleeping amidst the winds
For the feet that pass you by
The children of God's fields