“The Beggar on the Street”
Everdark, everywhere,
The world first was.
Then He came, undid our shame,
For that was how it was done.
He spun his web;
With choices full
Each of us a strand
Tangled together,
Artwork as one.
Separate we cannot stand.
To the ocean’s depths
To the skies width
He is always there.
Around every corner,
Meeting every stare.
Disguised as a beggar.
With only rags to wear.
Eyes like daggers
Reading those he made.
Silently smiling
With his cup out stretched
Hoping that we will give back our share.
