The Angels Dance

Speaking to not one but the multitudes, the prophet bowed his head And blessed within his servitude, the poor and hungry were given bread Starting again his eyes looked up, and through a plain white cloth he bled While standing in the place his father had, and repeating those words he said… “Don’t worship me, Redeem 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)