Poverty



Everybody I talk to is ready to leave 
With the light of the morning 
They've seen the end coming down 
Long enough to believe 
That they've heard their last warning 
Standing alone 
Each has his own ticket in his hand 
And as the evening descends 
I sit thinking 'bout Everyman 


Dear Eugene,

Last night I had a long and beautiful talk with a friend about poverty, the poverty of everyman.

How our heart are ultimately barren, always thirsty.  Eat but not be satisfied--is there a picture sadder than this?

"The Gospel of Jesus Christ tells us that in God's economy, the overflow of riches happens where the need is greatest; where human dignity is most obscured, grace blazes out in excessive and extravagant ways to remedy the balance."

We sat there talking about ourselves, thinking about Everyman.

Yours, Alex

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