The Unseen

I have never seen a homeless
person under a steeple
asking for help from the praying people
bent out of shape like those angels
fashioned from paper clips
singing hymns of praise with chap-stick on their lips
I can smell hot chocolate even when it is unseen
Just because it is out of sight it does not mean
That I won't be tasting what I cannot see
but for the grace of God the unseen could be me.