Son of David:
the children drop their scraps to the ground;
the feast passes by, unnoticed.
Son of David:
faith bursts out from unexpected ground.
Where are those with faith of a child?
Son of David, I
am needy. Hear the cry of dogs
waiting at the children’s side.
Son of David:
stretch out Your sovereign arm
to take in the lost sheep, the dogs.
The Consolations of Writing 