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I passed by

Cracked blue paint

The shedding crust

Of an unloved house

Next to another

And yet another

Their shingles flap

Beating a morse code message

Of their decrepit, sad state

Their owners lost

Beneath their weight

Lost in their lack

And I stare back

And see myself

Staring out

As I pass by

I pray that all that I observe will never lead me to be judgmental, but to pray earnestly for those God created in His image.  I may never know your story, but I know the God who does and I pray to be a blessing.