God Came To My Home

Bent with age and in rags
He came to my home at lunch time
He begged for a morsel of food
For his hungry stomach
His eyes were dim and small,
his voice was feeble and halting.
With pity, I called him in
to share my meals so simple

I saw a light and smile
rise on his face, after our meal,
like the sun rising in the eastern sky,
and in that golden glow I saw him.

The kind Lord came to bless my home.

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interesting read Sakthi.