It is time to be converted,
once again.
Sell all.
Every last cent
poured out for the poor.
Keep not proud thoughts.
Be clothed in coarse garments. Your
downed head with hair undone,
weep for death's undoing
everywhere.
Then stand
before the cold winds of silence
with your naked open hands.
It is to be human. It is the only way
to be born again.
Receive
the astonishing richness of God.