Jesus
was
a
homeless
man

In
a
ragged
robe

With
unwashed
hands

You
may
already have
refused

Even
to
meet
His eyes

As you
scurried past Him

Choosing instead
to arrive
in a timely fashion
and in good
order

At the
temple

Of the
moneychangers

Even yet

Even
yet

He hath
no
place
among us

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The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts