I was cold and clouds in mist refused the sun to me.
A brittle wind withheld the scent of even one pine tree.
Down crowded lanes I drifted, just a molecule alone.
My feet were sore, my purse was slim -- and I was on my own.
Then came the Generous One to me, unbidden but delighted
to bring me to his feasting home where all my dreams ignited.
He asked no fee for room and board, for healing my sick soul;
except that I reflect his love so others may be whole.
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