Whom Does the Grail Serve?

If we forget to ask – then nothing can heal.

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It was late afternoon

In an industrial part of Boulder

An odd place for a walk

But Banks and I both needed a stretch….

Heading back toward the car-

We approached a man in a black T shirt

Getting ready to bed down for the night

By a utility box- with his two white sheets.

And as we passed -he warmly called out

“Merry Christmas”

And where do we go from here…

In the parking lot – my car held

An extra warm shirt and a travel blanket

Which I took over to him.

He’d already covered up with his sheets-

Shivering.

I suggested that I drive him to the shelter

But he said that he wasn’t good with people.

I handed him my jacket , knowing it was not enough.

I think of him..

One of us who lives

And possibly dies- so close to the veil.

Our shared mythology experienced for a moment.

Thank you.