There is no doubt that the number of borrowers who are facing foreclosures has increased over the years.
There is also no doubt that some homeowners in distress could save their home, if they were lead into the right direction to get help.
If all Realtors made a commitment to help at least one family to save their home, with so many of us, we could make a significant difference to numerous families, we would also help stimulate a healthier market in our hometown.
I wrote HOMELESS thinking also on the street people in Peru, my birthplace.
Did we ask for everything bad that we had?
The tears, the chains, the thorns,
The crumbs of bread when we were born?
All that was given to us
And we still thank to God for that.
Cold in the mornings of sickness
Dust in the nights of thunders
Oh languid hours,
Lonely, in front of the dusk!
We tell ourselves at times
That the waves come and go
Were we born in a night of storm,
Three hundred and too many times more?
And you talk
While turning your heart away from us
That we should go back where we once came from
Empty our hands
forsaken under the rain our souls
indifference has a strong voice
It screams as it is a loud noise
Oh you say we all made a bad choice?
Do you really know it was our choice to lose our home?
Stigmas haunted our journeys,
Oh, abandonment in the balcony grows!
Guilt, our Remorse of what,
Why must the homeless always crawl?
How many times do we have to be tortured for that?
How many time do we have to dig a hole in the falling sand?
Why do you talk of saving the planet
If you can’t remember we are part of your world
Let the belt of fire cease under the rain of Love
There is wrath of silence that needs to let go
Aren’t we here to find the flowers,
Aren’t we here to let them grow?
Forget not that the feeling of Love
Is a heavenly blessing in us
A ray of moonlight in the dusk
A sunshine warming our hearts
Forget not that sharing that Love
Is humanity in humankind
Forget not that we all deserve that chance
Even the homeless walking besides your car
Piccola Dowling
