I saw you there in a vacant lot,
As I was passing by,
Rising from your bed of debris,
Where you chose to lie
Drugged by the demons
To sleep your drunk away

Unkempt, you were, and unwashed,
Eyes blank and bereft--
For when pride is gone,
Tell me: What is left?

But you did not come from space,
Dropped alone to be on earth;
Someone out there loves you--
Perhaps the mother who gave you birth.
Is there a grieving father
Or a woman who waits in vain,
Praying for your safe return,
Longing to see you again?

It has been truly said
That no man is an island.
If it were offered, would you accept
An out-stretched helping hand?

It may appear to you
That the genie in the bottle is winning,
But if you dare to hope
There can be a new beginning.

Think of those who love you;
Remember how it used to be.
It can be that way again
If you will only see
That a Loving Heavenly Father,
Caring and all-forgiving,
Waits patiently to help you
Get back among the living.

And, so, my long-lost brother,
Hear me, I pray, and take heed.
Just put your hand in HIS--
Blessings to you--and God speed!