I was hungry
and you formed a humanitarian club
and discussed my hunger
Thank you.

I was imprisoned
and you crept quietly
to your chapel in the cellar
and prayed for my release.
Thank you.

I was naked
and in your mind
you debated the morality of
my appearance.

I was sick
and you knelt and thanked God
for your good health.

I was homeless
and you preached to me the spiritual
shelter of the Love of God.

I was lonely
and you left me alone
to pray for me.

You seem so holy,
so very close to God,
but I'm still very hungry
and lonely
and cold.

And I thank you.

(Source: A Writer from Malawi - quoted in Symphony of Life, Julian Edmund Tenison Woods, p.16)