It is one thing
To drive up to the trash dump and
Smell the stink
To feel the car slide around
The knee deep mud and pray it
Doesn’t get sucked in
It is one thing to see men
Digging through the piles of trash just dumped
Without boots
Without gloves
Without any protection from all that is there
To know this is their lifestyle
Culture and hope
It is another thing to get close enough
To have one of the trash sorters turn around and
Break into a smile
To feel the shock when
You realize it is Mateus, MY Mateus
Younger than my 13 year old brother
It is another thing to wonder why
His life is so different from mine and
Does he deserve this?
Where is God that says He loves Mateus
More than I love Mateus
Nothing is the same after
You enter into relationship
It becomes personal
It becomes unforgettable
It becomes part of you
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