Go speak to the homeless,
Those who live in wilderness
Of indifference and violence,
Weak and hungry in the cold.
They come to the Table exhausted,
Call us angels when we hand them
Hunks of bread and offer prayer.
“The time of salvation is now!”
A woman wails, “Now? Now?
What the hell does that mean, ‘NOW’”?
Speak to those who live in wilderness,
Out in the cold, among wild beasts.
Set your Table in the snow.
Then preach of cutting food stamps.
I want to hear your prayer
When you feel cold despair.