Tiny Ones

and the Indifference that starves us...

A tiny weight to carry…

The heart and soul of a child

The wisdom and beauty of a Wisdom Elder

It isn’t the roar that ruins us

it’s the shrug.

Little hands, paper-thin wallets,

elders counting pills and pennies..

We are not here to bow to the golden calf

we are here to feed the living.

Call it faith, call it law, call it love:

No more choosing between food and medicine;

not one more empty bowl.