Open Poetry #9 |
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The revelation (revised) |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA ![]() |
Under the roof, by God protected, They sat in rags and begged for change. Outside the vestibule, neglected, Where only moonbeams interjected And fell like spotlights on the stage, The beggars peacefully expected The people of the upper class, Whose souls, in spirit of the Mass, Would softer turn by Truth affected. But on the cold December night, The sinners to their coaches rushed, And horses pulling through the slush Would quickly disappear from sight, And as they left, a revelation-- The church by snow was set alight, As beggars watched with admiration. The church with frenzy would ignite And meet each faithful expectation, Fulfilling souls with warmth and light. The snow would fall into cold hands And beggars laughing with delight Would fill the streets. The children danced In whirlpools of the playful blizzard. With snow and frost, the storm would sizzle The frozen souls, the sleeping earth Supplying each with life and verve And through the clamor, there advanced A long procession, filled with chants, To celebrate Christ’s holy birth. Check out my poetry here: http://cafepoetry.com/stage1/andrey_kneller.htm#My%20Hamlet |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
Master, great poem, loved the story message. Back to the top you go. parker |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you, I'm glad you liked it! |
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