Written by Emily Harstone | February 13, 2018
Angel of love underneath the surface.
God is love. We must love.
Here I sit, beg. And you?
Nobody noticing where help is needed.
Subways are overcrowded by forgotten pain.
Nobody realizes Jesus writes on cardboard.
Kindness nor warmth could be found
Aspire not, for this mortal asylum.
Heal your mind, kindness starts within.
Still, no one could see him.
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Angel of love underneath the surface.
God is love. We must love.
Here I sit, beg. And you?
Nobody noticing where help is needed.
Subways are overcrowded by forgotten pain.
Nobody realizes Jesus writes on cardboard.
Kindness nor warmth could be found
Aspire not, for this mortal asylum.
Heal your mind, kindness starts within.
Still, no one could see him.