"THE BONES OF THE HOMELESS WILL RISE TO HAUNT
THOSE THAT HAD CLOSED EYES"
by Judy Jones
I am a painter and only bought a camera to take photographs of
the homeless I see. One day as I was sitting in front of a store,
eating, a homeless man across from me had tears in his eyes.
It so overwhelmed me, I left my camera on the bench and never
bought another.
"THE BONES OF THE HOMELESS WILL RISE
TO HAUNT THOSE THAT HAD CLOSED EYES"
When I moved to San Francisco, seeing people eating out of garbage cans and dying on the cold concrete streets made me sit down and weep. I watched as people walked by, pretending not to see their Mother, Father, Sister and Brothers in each soul crying for help. I prayed with my heart, soul, mind, body and spirit to die before ever, ever accepting fellow beings eating out of garbage cans and dying from our neglect. I asked to be guided to open hearts thru sharing what I see.
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"SEEING THRU THE EYES OF A CHILD"
I felt like I was a child going up to this homeless man dying on the street to take his picture. When I was very young, I loved everyone and everything, not stopping for a moment to think of my own safety nor motives. I only wanted to hug and love any lifeforce before me. The person in this photograph is simply my brother asking for me to take him in and love him.
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"I LOVE YOU"
When I asked this homeless man if I could take his picture, he stared
into my eyes and his gaze came so directly from his heart that I felt my own opening as if pierced by an arrow. Yes, I will continue each moment I breath, to share with everyone the homeless I see dying on the streets all over the earth.
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"I AM HUNGRY"
Would I be this polite if I were starving? The poor are wonderful people. They are 'Saints in the Making' because they put up with us walking by ignoring their pleas for help.
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"HE'S MY BROTHER"
As I looked into his eyes, our hearts met and
I silently promised I would spend my every
waking moment getting help for him.
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