famished

famished it didn’t seem quite right the sign over his left shoulder said ‘fine arts & framing’ while his unframed cardboard read ‘famished’ his empty cup told the story and one man named ‘simon’ felt that he was a disciple of jesus before he became peter when jesus said “on this rock i will build my church.” and now, peter…or perhaps simon slept and the ‘rock’ upon which he slept was cement as people walked by unaware that in his dreams was the church a gentle caressing rain in the bottom of the beggar’s cup was the only sound no coins, only hollow tunes echoed by the cascading groan of hunger empty cups, sidewalks for a bed hunger thirst and the church walks by on cement matthew 16:18 “and i also say to you that you are peter, and on this rock i will build my church, and the gates of hades shall not prevail against it.” tolbert