Poverty’s Gyve

“O father, send him with finger dipped to drip,
just a drop of water to my burning lip.
”Abraham dropped his eyes and answered quick.“
The distance is too great, the gulf too thick.”
“Then send him now to my brothers five.
They’ll believe him who from the dead did rise.
“You were rich, were you his poverty’s gyve?
Did you fill his empty gut, hear his cries?”
“I need to warn them of this deadly fire.”
“They have the witness of the Prophets’ word.
If they believe them not, they’ll call all liar —
And if God be fleshed, they’d name that absurd.”
Christ descended to ascend, he gave us gifts,
led captivity captive, healed all our rifts.
Poverty’s Gyve