That’s All I Can Spare: A Poem on Faith, Poverty, and Grace

That’s All I Can Spare

Help me out.

A dollar, sir?

Anything you can spare, sir.
A meal at McDonald’s.

But you are so beautiful, child…

I don’t quite understand…

I am not well, sir.

 The Father is dead, sir.
I loved you, Lord Jesus, but you abandoned me.

No, I haven’t. Here is your money.
That’s all I can spare.

…and yet, you are so beautiful still.

I don’t understand.

Buen provecho, miss.

Que Dios se lo pague.