Instead of hand-outs wouldn't it
be better not to have any poor?
Instead of locks wouldn't it be
better not to have any door?
Childish questions, yes. But I've
been wondering did Jesus' lilies
Set gates up, or hold out a petal
for food? But perhaps they were sillies.
They raised banners... their
faces... high and marched over the hill
(But they carried no slogans, they
were only playing at drill).
Wouldn't it be grand if there were
no poor and no food-clothes donors,
But all were rich and strove in
friendly strife for poverty's honours...
Marching to the City of Love, to
the Beloved's palace,
Sweeping the steps with their
eye-brows to force him to show his face?
And he sitting in the Diamond Hall
welcoming everyone...
And his feet white as mountain snow
and his face shining like the sun.
From such a world I would never
wish to be absent for long...
Men and women and children like
lilies of the field, full of song.
From ÔIn
Dust I SingÕ. The title is mine.
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