Visitation

He walked down the street,
Dressed in his rags.
The scent of liquor
Lingering from his paper bag.

His mind seemed to wonder,
As he stumbled along.
Passing cars starred,
Thinking he doesn't belong.

He didn't hold a sign,
Or beg for any food.
Of corse it wouldn't have mattered,
Because people are generally rude.

He walked into a church;
To the front he sat down.
The members astonished;
You could tell by their frown.

As the choir sang,
He simply closed his eyes.
What happened next,
Was no big surprise.

A man walked up,
And ask him to go.
Today was Christmas,
And he was disrupting the show.

He willing left,
Knocking the dust off his feet.
Staggering down the stairs
And into the street.

Disappearing in the distance,
And no one seemed to care.
Visitations from angels
Catch too many unaware.