powerless in the face

Downtown is getting sketchy now that it's Spring. It's not the permanent bums that worry me it's the drifters, the ones that hold no place sacred. The ones who offer you pesos when you tell them you have no cash (because maybe you go to Mexico?). The ones who ask you to hang out with them before work or something. Dude, I'm not desperate. I'm not stupid.

The weather has been shifting round to the cold nights. I'm told I should have compassion for those who sleep in the cold. I mourn the circumstance but have no power.

Bearing in mind my powerlessness, I walk confident in the care of my God given friends and a protection that runs deeper than any other I know. I have been blessed to see clearly enough.

There are two deaths, two grieving families, tonight. One fare away one near. I am powerless in the face of the grieving. I who have known only temporary loss. What could I possibly do?

I think about purpose. I'd like to not think about it.