
In purple robes and linen
I supped on plates of gold
A sumptuous feast before me lay; its richness made me bold
Outside the soft descending
Of a soul, fragile and
poor
As someone dropped a beggar by the garbage at my door
A child arrives with his Bible in hand;
He looks at the cross on the steeple.
He opens the door and steps inside
and sees the Embracing people;