Of Rich Churches And Poor People... Poem by Chuy Amante

there by the grace of God goes neither you nor I...

the poor with only 3 hub caps
and holy underwear
drive by the grandiose edifices
where worship to the Almighty occurs
and where money is used to build
an earthly kingdom
while hunger
is next door.
No need to look for suffering
in the distance
it's your neighbor
on the other side of the tracks,
your congregant with the cracked windshield
and balding tires
the love of The Christ
is CHARITY