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a man paraphrased "AMEN" UNDER AN AWNING AT THE DAWNING OF ANOTHER DEPLORABLE DAY
AND SUMMONED FORTH THE WORDS OF PROPHECY THE HOLY SPIRIT URGED HIM TO SAY
IT WAS AN AWNING UNDER A BUILDING ON BROADAY BETWEEN FORTY-FIRST STREET AND FORTY SECOND
WHEN THEREUPON THE DESPERATE DERELECTS WERE THUSLY BECKONED
WHEREUPON THOSE BEHOLDEN BEHELD A GOLDEN STAFF HELD IN A HAND WHICH WREAKED OF HISTORIES
A MAN TO EXPLAIN A MYRIAD OF MYSTERIES
A SPIRIT SURROUNDED BY AN AURA AS RADIANT AS ANY GEM
WITH AN AUDIENCE TO KNEEL AT HIS LINEN'S HEM
THE MAN FILLED WELL THE HOLES OF THE UNHOLY
AND LIFTED THE INVISIBLE VEIL
TO MAKE GOD'S WORD BECOME TRUE, HONEST AND REAL
IN A MOST FUNDAMENTALK WAY
FROM THE LOOK OF LONELINESS
WHILST I HEARD HIM RECOUNT "THE SERMON ON THE MOUNT"
AS IF IT HAD BEEN AUTHORED BY HIS SOUL AND SOLELY HIS SOFTENED HEART
AND THAT THE SEAS WERE HIS ALONE TO PART
HE WOULD,
SWORE THIS GENTLE MAN
PERCEIVE PEACE AS A PRIORITY
WHILE MISERY BECAME A MAJORITY
AND WOULD MAKE MADNESS A MINORITY
AS HIS EYES SHONE BRIGHTER THAN THE CHERISHED CHERRY RED RUBIES UPON HIS GOLDEN STAFF
A MAN WITH NO OFFERING OF A SACRIFICIAL CALF
INSTEAD HE WAS A SOUL WHICH SOUGHT SOLACE IN THE CESSATION OF SORROW
AND THE TAMING OF TORMENT TEMPTED BY TOMORROW
AND THEN WITH VEHEMENCE
THIS SACRED SPIRIT VOWED AN END TO VIOLENCE
AND SUDDENLY THE BEHODEN ONES BECAME BORN AGAIN BY THE BEAUTY OF THE MAN'S MAJESTY
AS HE VOWED HIS GRACE EVER SO LAVISHLY
BUT JUST THEN...
'TWAS AT THAT POINT A MIGHTY WIND CAME TO BLOW THE BEHOLDEN ONES FROM BROADAY TO BELIEF
DUE TO A MAN WITH LOGIC AND MYSTICISM PROFFERED AS RELIEF
I WAS NEVER PRIVILAGED TO SEE THAT SOAPBOX PROPHET AGAIN
HOWEVER, I STILL HEAR THE ECHO OF HIS TENDERLY TENDERED "ALAS AND AMEN"
 (C) 2012  PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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