Thursday, June 27, 2013

When Poverty Came Home


 

When once You came upon our house, we acted very proud:
We shouted very loud; we refuged in dark clouds.



When once You intruded through our doors, we asked You please to leave, but still You steeled away, and stood, to have Your say.



You taught us, though not “nice”. You taught us, though not “sweet”, but in the Master’s name, You bathed our soiled feet.



You pointed up to love; You showed fidelity: first fruits to God, above, then to the ones You love, a holy hope of life.



This triune poor third peg, is not a broken leg, but just a poor old ghost, with tongue inflamed in truth, who guides a conquering host, from age to age, no boast, this poor, yet Holy Ghost.

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