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The Beggar

an invisible weight on his back
his provisions all in a sack
  Had he ever paused
  to sing a song
as he made his rounds begging life long

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Caren Krutsinger

December 17, 2021 at 8:01 AM

"his provisions all in a sack" - I like the sound of this; it has such a ssssss sound to it!

Jennifer Proxenos

December 12, 2021 at 1:21 PM

Really very sad especially when it is any religious holiday, and we have plenty and they are empty! Such a crying shame. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Gershon Wolf

December 12, 2021 at 5:48 PM

It does seem so overwhelming with all the beggars at every street corner (in Chicago, anyway). I guess the way is to start with one. Help one. One at a time. :) gw

Valsa George

December 12, 2021 at 12:15 AM

His provisions on his sack and his burdens on his back.... ! Gershon, you have drawn a sad picture. But still he might sing! He must have enjoyed life at some points

Gershon Wolf

December 12, 2021 at 5:49 PM

Someone who can still sing is far from hopeless. At least, that's what my shower stall told me. :)

Joseph P. DiMino

December 11, 2021 at 7:58 AM

The joy of life, can be itself blessing enough to sing. We all have something of value to offer: as I have been told, God provides for even the birds, but He does not throw seed in their nests. Excellent write!

Gershon Wolf

December 12, 2021 at 5:51 PM

Interesting what you wrote: It seems that God brings food to baby crows, whose parents abandon them at birth. See Psalm 147 for evidence of same. Season's best, gw