Brothers and sisters of mine are the hungry,
who sigh in their sorrow
and weep in their pain.
Sisters and brothers of mine are the homeless,
who sit without shelter
from wind and from rain.
Strangers and neighbors,
they claim my attention.
They sleep by my doorstep,
they sit by my bed.
Neighbors and strangers,
their anguish concerns me,
and I must not feast
till the hungry are fed.
Source: Let Our Joys Be Known
