“Mad Kev”
November 20, 2010
His feet are cradled by the blessings of angelic wings
Bestowing grace here and there to those who need.
Who is he so blessed in his soul?
Dirt encrusted, shaggy bearded and reeking of alcohol,
He walks around parks with a beer in hand and coughing from his cancerous lungs.
So easy to loathe and avoid!
A thief he was, imprisoned in the name of human justice.
Life got screwed up and now he pays beyond any justice.
But have you spoken to him?
Have you seen as he reflects on the world?
What a paradox!
A drunk with a deeper sobriety.
Filled with madness but driven by intelligence.
Self-deprecating pessimist with an honest yearning for optimism.
And his humility pervaded by greatness.
Having ruined it he knows the value of life.
Alas, woe for him who cannot reclaim.
But can’t we learn?
Value life; don’t ruin it.
Don’t spoil for fights; the world is with us if we let it.
Don’t steal; we have every provision we need if only we look inwards at the resource of our own soul.
So smile at a homeless, hopeless drunk before judging them as scum and see what wisdom you find.
May compassion and wisdom be yours in the meeting of everyone.
