Down Here

I’m reading Brian Walsh’s book Beyond Homelessness; Christian Faith in a Culture of Displacement

And I came across this fragment of a poem by Bud Osborn

on downtown east side sidewalks
glows fresh crimson
like rose petals fallen
From ransacked gardens of the broken hearted

I visit the downtown east side of Vancouver every year, and spend time there with my urban monastic buddies from the 614 community (love you! Miss you!)

DTES is blocks by six blocks approximately, housing 10,000 addicts.

The poem rings true.

But it could also be speaking of Barton




Pray for your street tonight. That God will draw near to the broken hearted…