The court of miracles

Fridays were different.
The gate of the courtyard was opened
I saw there
The beggar woman who brought her old hunger,
The henchman peddling out his luck,
The coal man with his sack full of warmth.
It was as if the whole world entered.
It was my court of miracles.

Background: The apartment building with its big courtyard and its gates. Touching the back of henchmen brought luck... Fridays are the equivalent of the Christian Saturday. My mother speaks.