The vagrant sleeping on church steps
Seeks holy shelter from the unrelenting elements that scold him for his sins
Sins that lay exposed not only to God but to the world around him
For he possesses no sanctuary in which to hide his misfortunes and wrongdoings
Forced to make his bed atop trash and cold concrete
He curls up and finds solace hidden in a brown paper bag.
~kfu
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