Disciple
beat the soot from your broom
press the rain from your beard
and show me
clear your throat
begin with an unassuming smile
and tell me
open your hands
from a ship taking water
and lift me
beckon your champions
in a voice they will know
and guide us home
Copyright © Greg Easley | Year Posted 2006
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