Rehearsal Lesson*

A homeless man who plucked a loaned guitar
showed me the piano chords to play along,
and though I’m furthest thing from music star,
I managed to accompany his song,
because he showed me what to me was hard
and patiently corrected what was wrong,
and though life’s tribulations left him scarred,
within his love for music, he was strong.
Now I am grateful that I got to learn
to play along with that song’s lively beat
and sad that some are judged by what they earn,
by if they have a home or make ends meet:
homelessness was not his defining feature,
and I saw something else in him―a teacher.

Treble Tree-oil

* Rehearsing for a service by Common Cathedral at Boston Healthcare for the Homeless

Mario A. Pita

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