remember the poor

it was displayed on your shirt.
stamped on the law of your mind,
written on those impressionable places in your heart.
your heart for those hurting intrigues me...
it used to intrigue me because i saw such passion, listened to such love
but now
now i am intrigued
by the display of duty

when all along those closest to you
are cut by your inaction
by the way you run away from the difficult battles
those battles that can only be won by you
the love you have to give
the hope you long to impart
won by cultivating the seeds of hope you imparted, the seeds of love you gave
but only backed away. quit. gave up. stopped.

you said you weren't willing to keep investing in something you didn't see going any further. too late.
it already went "farther". and with your arousal. your pursuit. daily. with our 3 hour conversations, our letters, our skype conversations. our talks about ministry, marriage and life, likes and dislikes. what we would do when we were finally together. you can't erase what you've already sparked to life, given permission to detailed planning.
but don't forget... remember the poor