My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

I was there when you fell into the world,
All wrinkled and wet.
I wrapped you in a warm blanket and gave you a silent blessing,
as I placed you in your mother's arms.

I was there when you were too drunk to stand,
Yelling obscenities at me as you vomited on my shoes.
I spoke to you kindly and wiped your mouth,
as I wondered if you would remember that I cared.

I was there when you were shot in the chest,
a retaliation wound from a rival gang.
I listened to you cry out for your mother as you begged not to die.
I looked you in the eyes to say everything would be OK.

I was there when all you needed was a warm meal and someone to listen.
A small amount of comfort in your lonely world.
I heard a quiet thank you for treating you like a human being,
As I sat by your side and touched your hand.

I was there when you spoke your last words.
Your life rapidly slipping away.
I placed the defibrillator pads on your chest,
As I bent close to your ear to tell you I was here.

I am your God, here in the hands, feet and voice of your neighbor.