Greatly

I glanced at him on his knees donning tears and a robe wiping bullet and blood off the streets. He slowly made his way toward the broken business zone. A worn carpenter's belt in tow a soft light was around him as the crowd began to grow. He helped the last hatter board up his store. A nail between his teeth as broken glass and bottle caps played taps to a windy city beat. He then placed a few signs in the ground that said vote for candidate faith and said-believe in the divine. His time was soon up it was time for him to go once again, he was called back to his father's gilded abode. As he left he turned around and simply said love one another... greatly.