Poverty Has No Miracles

Filled with anxiety over not having a place to live after this week, tears down hope and joy, replacing them with doubt and fear. Life fails and exists anyway with no reasons to continue it's waylaid journey, tasks amount to exorbitant rituals, unattainable at best. Continued frustration from a blinded world, too full of itself to look at the poverty it is right now growing and nurturing. Symbolic fragrances, running amuck, losing all semblance of humanity as lives are left to toss upon a flotsam sea of human waste. Where are the miraclse read and talked about on television and in church's all over the world? Why is there homelessness, starvation, working poor with no relief? How can we call this the united states of America when no one is united - no one cares to unite and help anyone - except in catastrophic disaster? What about the daily existence of people who have lost hope and confidence in a world they helped to make? Reality stares from all directions, except within, as life is barely contained by many. There are no solutions at hand, because everyone looks away, pretending life is good for all - as another family is thrown away and left in a dirty street, no food left to eat. Who claims that miracles exist where they're aren't any?