What of the crumbs under his table? I am worse than a dog. I am the dust under his feet, and the substance on which his holy fingers wrote.
This poem was inspired by Christ’s words in Matthew 16:34-39 and the division of families as depicted by the great Russian authors.
Is it possible to imagine an account of heaven in a way that brings honor to the Lord of the scriptures? I invite you to be the judge of this holy speculation….
