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Sickness Poem For The Sick And The Poor: A Great Saint Waves His Arms In Joy - Bedlam Farm Journal
Lying in bed today: I thought what the great saints thought, what the founders of every faith thought, what all of the good and true men and women of the world think, I thought of the sick and the poor, I felt a taste of their loneliness and and struggle, a brush against my cheek, a cloud in my sky. They were in bed with me, I heard their sighs. The world becomes very timid, when we think of the sick and poor, we blame the poor for being poor, we profit from the sick for their suffering, the prophets hide their eyes in shame, if we judge our own humanity by the way, we treat our animals, how do …