Friday, January 4, 2019

In Paris...

He was always there.

From morning to late afternoon.

I don't have any idea where he got the money to buy the bread he'd feed them.

I don't know where he slept or if he had food to eat for himself.

He'd sit on one of the benches in front of the cathedral rain or shine.

"They are my family", he told me once.

They would flock to him one at a time as soon as he sat down.

They had a bond.

An exchange of trust.


  1. Hari OM
    the characters who people a city... YAM xx

  2. Family and Friends are in ray of sunshine and darkness.
    Coffee is on

  3. the spirit of St Francis lives on through the generations; with certain individuals; one is lucky to meet such a person ♥♥♥

  4. The song, "Feed the Birds" (from the movie, Mary Poppins) always touches my heart. Bless this man.