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“AMEN” SAID A MAN A prophet paraphrased “Amen” under an awning at the dawning of another blessed day And summoned forth the words of prophecy the Holy Spirit made of him to say It was an awning under a building on Broadway between Forty-First Street and forty-second When the beholden by Broadway were beckoned Whereupon the 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 tthe holes of unholiness And lifted the veil, in a most fundamental way, from the face of loneliness While I heard him recount “The Sermon On The Mount” as if it had been authored by his heart And that the seas were his, alone, to part He would, swore this gentle man, perceive peace as a priority And could make of misery 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 in tomorrow And then with vehemence This sacred spirit vowed an end to violence And suddenly the beholden ones became born again by the beauty of majesty As he vowed his grace ever so lavishly But just then……… ‘twas at this point a mighty wind came to blow the beholden ones from Broadway to belief Due to a man with logic and mysticism proffered as relief I was never privileged to see that prophet again However, I still hear the echo of his tenderly tendered “Amen” © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE ..~free cee!~