THE HURLER




When he enters
Your home
Standing tall

On the edge
Of the kitchen
Floor

You do not feel
Your own smallness

His handshake
Is firm, warm
Honourable

And ever before
You know he is
A great hurler

You know you are
Graced by a presence
Greater than skill

Charism
Divine gift

Seated at your table
And you are grateful
For having invited

The stranger in

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