UNTIL THE QUESTION HAS AN ADDRESS

 UNTIL THE QUESTION HAS AN ADDRESS

The city lifts its towers into morning.
Beside a wheelchair, a bag rests on the pavement.
The wealth grows.
Where will the neighbor sleep?

On the Jericho road,
mercy stopped long enough
to lift a wounded body
and make provision for the night.

Let our abundance undertake that journey.
Let those entrusted with power
hear the lives their decisions enter.
Let the neighbor’s answer change the plan.

The machines reckon swiftly.
We remain responsible
for the person waiting
when the reckoning ends.

What becomes of the people
while the wealth grows?

Stay with the question
until it has an address—
until a key rests in the neighbor’s hand,
and the bag can be put down
with enough trust to leave it there.

Pastor Steven G. Lee
Street GMC Corps
October 2, 2026

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