Love letter to me
by Deborah Ann White
Homeless is the movement of life
Art of life and the creativity of things
unfold before you by God
in day or evening or midnight
of dabbling shadow lights.
As I move with the creation of thee
my Homelessness is less painful.
My pupil moves
with the spirit and soul of me
into the moments of comfort.
My art is realness within
the light of humanity,
touched by the gift of expression.