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Bless the Dead
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2003 Walking down the street I saw
A mother, father and their daughter
All were wearing robes and held signs
Walking closer I noticed...
"Behold, Behold, your God is dead"
I winced at them as I looked
They looked so clean, but so dismal
God was dead for them...
Further still I saw a man,
Crippled and covered in filth
He held a can, it shook as I past
Tossing a five to him, he smiled and said
"God bless."
It's very amazing how people's social status changes their take on life. I've noticed it myself. It's definately interesting.
I like this poem a lot. simple yet wonderful.
Who knows the face of god? This is awesome, I wanted so badly to comment on Abyss but honored your wishes. Some days we write for us. Thank you for sharing your talent. This is, as all of your work has been so far... breathtakingly beautiful.
Dee this is a very beautiful poem and reminds
me of Zipruanna, a great saint of India, who only
accepts as students those not dismayed by the junk
yard in which he takes residence