Missteps

Dirty hair and a rag tag shirt with spots of blood
sitting on Cathedral steps spilling out love
smiles greet finely polished Cole-Hann's, Carter's, Valentino's
along with gentle out-stretched strokes to the well-fed

Doe eyes dance in Hanna Anderson at the base of Sunday's best
holding close the moments where every child is blessed
gifts of bread and water waived off politely
not wanting to be the needy but just another part

Hymn's ring loud in an empty soul begging
along with a lost flock fledging to be whole
filled with sounds of the needed future
where supper is more than a fulfilling need

It's a heart, a soul, not left to rot out on the corner
letting little missteps take their frightful toll