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Monastery
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Monastery
by John Gregory Evans
© 5/6/2020 3:48:39 AM
Interior pull
a Springtime day
sixty – mile drive
the gate
pulls me in
to where beauty begins
inside.
Hearts play from heaven
the Visitation
Jeramiah, yes
wisdom, goodness, reverence for the Word
A kindred bond
The Abbott’s invitation, thus
lunchtime.
Brother monks, Priests, gather at the
large table,
prayer upon prayer.
Spiritually devoted in
Reverence and holiness,
I felt Presence
indeed, Presence
A disturbance sits nearby, chuckling
Not certain why.
I draw near to the Father,
Holiness
Permeates the spirit of the humanity factor.
Departure, bowing monk
we leave upon knowing
He is present
among us.
Peace, thus
embodied within our hearts.
A Black Man Once Told Me
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John Gregory Evans
© 2019
It
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.
I
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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