World Without End

"As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be: world without end."

Friday, March 2, 2012

"Blessed are the poor in spirit"

A poem I wrote the other day:

Poor

A four letter word

A four letter word unable to describe, unwilling to collide

My world,

My world with reality.

The paper and the pen cannot produce a fine enough line

Cannot create in my mind…the substance…of what is my world

Poor.

I am not, I will not be…but oh you see I am

Defined by a phrase too thin to graze, too slight to phase

Even the flies... who use my eyes for water

What is this word

So unsubstantial, but what else is new.

For like it, I slip through:

the pavement in your swimming pools,

Slide through

the cracks in your Sunday schools,

I am your brother, your neighbor, with no sign of favor

Poor.

Four letters of no relation to those other four

Four letters that deprive me of them.

Poor





Peace be upon you,
C.R.Mills

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