The Least Of These

We plan our days for times so great

that awe will drop us to our knees,

not taking care and time to wait 

and appreciate the least of these,

the brave weed-flower by the trail

to Grand Canyon's overlook;

we pass by in haste and fail

the test we never knew we took

that calls us to the caring glance

for the man beside the road

who perhaps had blown each chance

and now, with failure as his load

travels through a life of night

hoping for a mercy-light.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is WITHOUT.

They do without the things we take

for granted every single day,

and of nothing still can make

a plan, a life, a hope, a way

in places we don't deign to see,

and of course refuse to go.

So, we ask, how can it be

that Least Of These profess to know

the Christ that joins us in our feasts,

who's honoured in Easter Parade?

These people (more akin to beasts!)

seem to be why Heaven was made,

and when our Earthly days are gone

are the host that cheers us on?

Sylvia's chances were blown for her, as she waited in a field to die... until Barb stepped in.