Broken Lives
The flowers beside the pulpit-
The man of God-
Spake in front-
His face radiant-
Eye deep-rooted in the skull-
Whole congregation-
Silently nodded-
Eyes pasted on the movement-
Of his hand-
Way the pendulum-
Swung from time to time-
Beneath the roof-
Outside the world about to rain-
Broken lives-
Restored-
That's what he said-
Insisted-
Like he dances on the stage.
Copyright © Herbert Siao | Year Posted 2014
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