The Angels Dance

Speaking to not one

  but the multitudes,

  the prophet bowed his head


And blessed within his servitude,

  the poor and hungry

  were given bread


Starting again

  his eyes looked up,

  and through a plain white cloth he bled


While standing in the place

  his father had,

  and repeating those words he said…


    “Don’t worship me,

      Redeem 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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