Don’t just tell me you love me; show me you love me

Don’t just tell me you love me,
show me

Visit when I’m sick
sick of life
sick of hardship
sick of loneliness
heart sick

Nourish when I’m empty
pangs of hunger
cheeks hollowed
out of options
gut void

Supply when I’m thirsty
offer a sip
of what you’re drinking
melted chips of ice
mouth parched

When I’m unprotected
victim of the hurtful
vulnerable to the willful
invisible
clothe me

Don’t just tell me that you love me,
meet me.

If I’m opposed, understanding
If I’m young, humor
If I’m old, honor
If I’m angry, calm
If I’m confused, clarity
If I’m distraught, empathy
If I’m falling, lift
If I’m hurt, help
Heal

Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these, you did for me.