The Angels Dance

Speaking to not one but the multitudes, the prophet raised his head And serving up his gratitude, the starving and hungry were given bread Starting again his eyes looked up, and through a plain white cloth he bled While standing in the same spot his father had, and repeating those words he said… “Don’t worship me, Become yourself, Divinity, yours at hand “Wash their feet And free your mind, Bring peace throughout the land “Thank not one, But all you meet For a soul no longer wracked “And with each new breath The Angels dance —salvation looking back” (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)