But what

What is it to be poor? I don't know.

Living your life confined to a chair, never seeing anything but a broken house in Fermathe?

I don't know.

And what is it to be lonely.

To be alone.

And what is wealth? Well, I don't know.

Is it to sit on a cracked and damp patio. 

To stare out at the wild and naked, broken terrain.

To feel the warmth of the sun on the back of your eyelids.

Is it to know God?

I don't know. 

And if that is so.

If any or all is true

Then what if we get to experience God?

Like the trees and the rocks feel the sun.

Like we do?

I don't know.