stars and white pine

He who has come to men
dwells where we cannot tell
nor sight reveal him,
until the hour has struck
when the small heart does break
with hunger for him;

those who do merit least,
those whom no tongue does praise
the first to know him,
and on the face of the earth
the poorest village street
blossoming for him.

Source:Watch for the Light

“The poor are always with us to remind us to do something about them, Elephant,” said Lazaro.