Five of Coins

What does the poor man have that the rich man does not? The one whose leg no longer moves with a thought? The woman who is cold and sick and alone, not even a tatter to wrap about her frame? Night has just fallen, all the day’s dark is ahead. What do you have, who have nowhere to rest? You have the snow and the icy air. A song from the church, other gods live out here. Can you hear? Can you feel? Will you tell your story, though full of doubt? Will you trust the listener, now that nothing is left? Did you ask for love from those who had none? Love is in the earth and the air and the song.