Your ways, O Lord, make known to me!

I wept heretofore for him that was afflicted,

and my soul had compassion on the poor.

~Job 30:25

A homeless man bundled up in blankets in a doorway in Manhattan during winter storm Stella

So long as there are poor, I am poor;

So long as there are prisons, I am a prisoner;

So long as there are sick, I am weak;

So long as there is ignorance, I must learn the truth;

So long as there is hate, I must love;

So long as there is hunger, I am famished.

~Ven. Fulton J. Sheen