Upon The Way Poem by Adrian Wait

I met a man upon the way his name was Hurt
I gave him my card, my mission statement and passed him by.

I met another called Pain, I gave him directions
and contact numbers and passed him by.

I met a third broken and bleeding, I printed him a sheet
of the best doctors and hospitals and passed him by.

I met yet another whose eyes were of such stillness
he looked into my soul, I said I am thirsty...

…He gave me a drink of water.