Beggars and buskers congregate outside Guadalajara’s cathedral on Sunday mornings, hoping that passersby, moved to compassion by their plight, will toss a few coins their way.
On the stone steps a wizened old woman wrapped in a ragged shawl, mutely extends her hand.
Near one corner of the cathedral, a gaunt mother and her two children peer into passing faces. Perhaps someone will give them enough money for a meager meal.
At the opposite corner of the cathedral, a hurdy-gurdy player cranks out a forgettable tune with his right hand, while extending his donation cup with his left.
Meanwhile, inside the cathedral, someone reads the words of Jesus aloud: “Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these…”
in famine’s great hall
suddenly on my table
a feast of blossoms
Text and photo © 2016 by Mark M. Redfearn, all rights reserved