Poem by Margie Caraballo

Hey folks! It has been some weeks since our community reading, and we just wanted to thank you all for coming out! It was a great turn out.

W'ere keeping it rolling with our poetry submission. This one comes from Margie Caraballo

Enjoy!

Hey MT

You walked the streets of Calcutta

Extending your hand to the poor, the frail, the blind,

You loved the unloved, you fed the hungry, you clothed the naked...

Yet the desolate night came to soon, the agony tormented your soul, 

You asked"where is my faith"? Faith to believe I am loved,

Faith to believe I have mattered,

Faith to satisfy this hunger deep inside,

Only to hear the voice of the  soverign God reply:

You have fought the good fight,

You have finished the race,

You kept the faith,

Now rest in peace.