THE
PARABLE OF THE RICH PAUPER
December 6, 2006, Stewart’s Creek, by Carl A. Patton
There was once a very poor man.
At least by the world’s standards
he was poor.
However he always had enough to
eat. Shoes and clothing rested
under a sufficient roof as
the rain and wind this time,
Was chased away. As he ate
he declined much red
meat and steaks. The filet
and prime of the rib were
All long gone. Rare was not fair.
The fields brought fruit
grain and fresh vegetables of
every description. The oil,
From the sea and the fish
soothed his body so did
many herbs that seasoned food,
And spoke to the body as
healing teas, potions and
ointments
He also took time to clear his water
as this was the most treasured
drink.
Sadly his thoughts and love for
God and the Creation was thought
very strange. As he relished
the sun and its warmth he had good
thoughts of charity and the joy
and love of giving.
He also thought he was richer
than the most wealthy, so blind
that he did not see the stars.
He meanwhile could see the
rich side but the poor side
saw more.
He was blessed to see the Light.
While the rich attempted to
turn night into light.
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