The Crippled Beggar (Acts 3)
ironically,
your warped body begged by day
at a gate called Beautiful –
something you were not.
most people at the courts
looked through you –
never at,
for fear of ruining the Gate’s name.
but they looked –
the disciples of One
to whom “beautiful” meant
more than straight anklebones.
and then you
walked,
skipped,
leapt,
twirled,
danced,
and probably cried
at the beauty
of moving
for the
very
first
time
in your life.
between worlds 