My thirst for love arrives From the orange of skies, in a poem equal explorers of veracity a truth known only by, the Poet.
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by John Gregory Evans
© 5/6/2020 3:48:39 AM
a Springtime day
sixty – mile drive
pulls me in
to where beauty begins
Hearts play from heaven
wisdom, goodness, reverence for the Word
A kindred bond
The Abbott’s invitation, thus
Brother monks, Priests, gather at the
prayer upon prayer.
Spiritually devoted in
Reverence and holiness,
I felt Presence
A disturbance sits nearby, chuckling
Not certain why.
I draw near to the Father,
Permeates the spirit of the humanity factor.
Departure, bowing monk
we leave upon knowing
He is present
embodied within our hearts.
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remains not mine to say whether I would pity a colorful word of verb and noun, or,
from where it may come, or the color of its skin, for I have seen the Lord,
and, know him to be of spirit not acquainted with such superficialities. I
believe in you O soul of the deepest of transparent hearts, only to reach out
in love for our lovers with skin as dark as the night. The ocean is deep, and
so may a man’s heart burn in love for his neighbor of color and his words that
reflect a right to truths the earth refuses to hear.
become saddened in knowing the earth was in despair, and know from whence it
came, where colonial powers for a haughty jurisdiction influenced only by fear lingers,
why, I hear my brother’s cry, not at a distance…
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