There is Wisdom

    --Divinity, even!

In the rambling of our madmen

    Relegated to street life.

These touched souls are unable

    To mesh with society

And we reckon this their fault,

    So they must scrounge

        And beg

And come down from their trip

Long enough to collect their check

    If they have one

And when they are free

    They touch God--

But because God shows them His face

    And not His backside

It is too much for them to hold onto

    Themselves

And divine madness flows

    Like wine

From their lips.

Most do not know

    They are divine,

Many don't know that they

    See something different

        Something more

    Than we do--

No one told them

    The ancients

Would have made them priests

    And prophets

And we just make them homeless

Because those touched by God

    Cannot hold a job

        Or pay the electric bill.

7/27/00