A Beggar In Your Courtyard

A BEGGAR IN YOUR COURTYARD

What do you want, I asked, my cupboards
stark and barren. Aghast
at my audacity, all I can offer to atone
is a prayer to become more.
How long I searched for a man worthy
of this love I thought so grand;
yet how much greater is your gift,
how deep your devotion!

I know I have nothing, am nothing now.
Create me in your image, beloved;
clothe me in your rainbow patterned
garment of alms and mercy.
Silent in the presence of your sacred soul,
am I not a beggar in your courtyard?
How honored I am to share your life
and serve your mortal needs.

Forgive my failure to recognize a lord,
never having known one. I am no
regent, but of common blood born only
to belong to you. Unadorned I
wandered, starving amid the pear trees
in your garden. Surrounded by
such wealth and beauty, yet you noticed
me! And all in a moment, eternity

became real and love a reality. Your
tears are the diamonds I wear
in my hair, an incomparable gift
of compassion. Your smile
is my potion, a magic elixir
restoring my health and
vigor. One touch of your hand explains
the reason for my existence.

~Broken Wings~

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