I was inspired to write this poem after an encounter I had with a homeless man in a bus shelter in Sand Bay, near Weston-super-Mare, on Sunday, June 29th, 2025.

I tried to help you

Disheveled and smelly

I only wanted to put food in your belly

You shunned my kindness

But it’s all good

I don’t know your soul

I don’t know your story

I see you are troubled

But you conceal your glory

Within the flesh

We are brothers as one

We were both born, and

Will one day both be done

It’s impossible to help everyone

It’s a soul’s right to refuse

So, as you journey forward

May your angels guide you

I wish you well my lost brother