A beggar, Lord, I am
my empty cup-
downcast shadow in a faceless crowd.
You shower upon me
your gifts of mercy,
grace,
and yet-
your gift is no gesture
and you give fully what you can.
My small alms cup overflows.
I see a man.
I walk in my robes of satin,
gold,
the very finest.
For what you have provided is
overabundant.
From my cup,
One alms for him-
a gesture.
He smiles- a gesture-
for Lord, you don't understand
why I can not
give you all of my alms.
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"One alms for him" cool line.
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