invisible to those who walk on
pass by
blush
at the
one
coin in her paper cup
one
coin in her paper cup
the beggar woman is cornered again...
at the crossing
between inside and out
between inside and out
pretense and heart
smile and smart
the beggar woman is staring again...
from my mirror
into the me
invisible
to all
but Thee
the beggar woman is walking again:
still
limping
lightly
but
You did not pass by
You did not pass by
nor blush
at the empty cup
You came
You came
to fill up.
Wow, Mx! She really fades into the background.
ReplyDeletePowerful painting and poem. Makes on think!
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