"He walks the streets.
He sees poverty, and knows ignorance."
To my enchantment, someone always who seems to be just a casual observer and yet at the same time possess such great erudition to be able to perceive through societal (and personal) boundaries, if truth be told...
"He makes time to notice... the beauty once there,"
^ Poring over this poem for fun, I discover how such lines are akin to a carving of shrewd intricacy. Not only does the fact that this person has power over time, in a world whose popular awareness is bounded by time--no pun intended--but it also makes him an honorable man because of noticing and taking in someone's dire needs...
"and fixes her to his buttonhole.
She breathes again.
Together, they see,
Once, they stood tall."
^ I cannot help heaving a sigh of joy and contentment. I love how this scene portrays a promising future, broadens Jesus' message of a just world, and further deepens the biblical foundations of justice: inborn goodness, stewardship, and community...
Wrapping it all up, I truly delight in reading this poem. In truth, this is one of those poems that astounds me and shortly thereafter makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. No understatement. No kidding. Thank you for prompting me to reflect upon your poem and contemplate over this lifetime of mine for a while--even for just a while.