The Angels Dance

Speaking to not one

but the multitudes,

the prophet raised his head

 

And serving up his gratitude,

the starving and hungry

were given bread

 

Starting again

his eyes looked up,

and through a plain white cloth he bled

 

While standing in the same spot

his father had,

and repeating those words he said…

 

   “Don’t worship me,

     Become yourself,

     Divinity, yours at hand

 

     “Wash their feet

   And free your mind,

     Bring peace throughout the land

 

   “Thank not one,

   But all you meet

   For a soul no longer wracked

 

   “And with each new breath

   The Angels dance

   —salvation looking back”

 

     (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

 

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