“it´s the story of an old beggar”

he tells me

through cigarette smoke

and i am feeling,

for the moment,


about the fact

he is still smoking;

God, have mercy on us,

i say throughout the day

knowing through long years

of experience

that Jesus is real,

His mercy is there

through poverty, illness,

and anything else life

can throw at the weak.

and it is why

when He came

He promised He didn´t come

to find the strong

though perhaps no one needs

Jesus more

than those who think they don´t

need salvation

at all.

but we two,

we two old beggars in love

know how much

it means to be loved by God.


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