I have been wanting to write a poem of Mulberry Street as every time I go down there I think of the stark contrast of what I see versus the Dr Seuss book I read as a child. I finally did it….five hours later….

Early each morning I know whom I will meet,
As I drive downtown past Mulberry Street. 
It is not Dr Seuss I once read as a child,
But instead it is a bit more defiled.

A community of makeshift tents in the cold air.
Most ignore it, pretending they are not there.
With every glance, my heart does weep,
For those who live on Mulberry Street.

For every soul deserves a chance,
We don’t know their circumstance. 
A gentle touch, a listening ear,
To show them that we truly care.

God created them for a purpose in mind.
They just haven’t been told of His design.
Bringing a smile to each weary face,
As we tell them the Story of His Amazing Grace.

Show me, Lord, what actions to take,
For each time I drive by, I feel an ache.
Let me be Your Hands and Feet,
To help transform Mulberry Street.

Let us Make a Difference,
Jennifer