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O lonely
Christ
Of Charing Cross
Rue de la Paix
Boulevard Anspach...
O lonely Christ
Of a thousand
Celebrated
Through-fares
And foreign
Sounding streets...
Why is it
That I have
To meet
You here—
So far from home...
Where I have
Seen You
Lonely too...
In Harlem
And Fifth Avenue?
In Edmonton
Yukon and
Portland, Oregon...
Chicago
San Francisco
Kalamazoo
You were lonely too...
O lonely
Christ
Of everywhere
Why stand You
There...
And here?
So still
So sad...
Looking
At the hurrying
Crowds pass You by?
Why?
Why are your
Eyes
So full
Of hunger
Longing pity
And compassion?
Why do You
Lift Your
Nail-torn hand...
And then
Let it fall
Again
With so much
Sadness?
As You were
A beggar about
To beg alas?
Why is it
That I have
To meet you across
All continents
All celebrated
Through-fares
Strange dingy streets
And palatial avenues
As well as
Wild and distant
Places?
You answer
Nothing...
You just
Look...
Oh Christ
Of Charing Cross
So lonely You weep
Because the
Multitudes are hungry
For Your love
And know it not...
And because You
Hunger
To be loved
By these
Who know You
Not...
Give me
The key
Beloved
So that I
May open
Your loneliness
And entering
Share its weight...
Behold
My heart
That You have
Wounded
With love
Make it a door
For all
To come to You...
Give me
Your voice
And words
Of Fire
That I may
Show them
You.
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