Missing the Call

I feel your nudge

As the new widow leaves 

knowing part of her light bill is paid

I hear your sigh

As the mentally ill sister 

leaves with soap for her laundry

I hear your tears

As I close my eyes to the pain in front of me 

in the one fresh from prison

I am convicted

When I am reminded of my call

To feed the hungry

Clothe the naked

Heal the sick

Visit the prisoner

I am ashamed

When I see you and fail to love

When I give things

And withhold my heart

Tear down my walls

That I might give me