Crumbs

(Composed Aug 22, 2005)

The beggar dogs eat the crumbs that is left on the master’s table (Mat 15:27)
Solitary soul in exile, wandering the vast desert
the wilderness of the unkown,
of questions and doubtsfears and shames,
hopes and dreamsdreams
THe desert of God’s refinement
Here he wanders,
a deeply seated loneliness penetrating itself to the corecore
Desiring simply this:
Love
To love and to be loved
to be accepted as he is and to be aknowledged
He is reduced to a beggar off to chase the illusions of a false hope
and sitting by suppliant of people’s affection
He owns the leftovers
the dog that eats the crumbs that fall from the masters’ table.
no soul has shown him much affection
little endearment
their offered time are the crumbs of the times well spent
among things truly loved and cherished
he recieves no particular attention
cast off to the shadows
until one has pity and offers him what is left of their attention
what is left of their affection
he is not a priority
simply a commodity
this is the life of a beggar
a slave to the images,
bound by the passions
his sole comforter to numb the fatal pain of loneliness
who shall ransom his life
sold to the merchants who care no less for him
the object of pity and derision
of misunderstanding and judgment
when beneath it alllies a heart broken,
seeking to find its place in this world?
the eyes and hearts of those who once cared for him
are now fixed on other matters
and all he receives from them are the leftovers of their time and love
Thank you
THanks for the crumbs,
the leftovers befitting a base beggar
no more than a dog begging off the streets
filling himself with the reremains of the feast
yet never a member of it
It is he that must bow to their will
It is the dog that must lower its head at the masters’ bidding
Turn your wheel, o fate
smile upon this hound or shall he also be the object of your morsels…