I used to know a baby that shined a holy halo from the crown of his head.
When anger or hurt would come near him he’d shiver and cower in his bed.
The rawness of the world took away his glow, even then as an infant small,
He knew that everything he’d do would not be enough to save them all.
I once knew a boy that shined a dimming halo from the crown of his head
He used anger or hurt that came near him as his tools against the dread
The blackness in the world stole away his glow, even then as a boy not tall,
He knew that anything he’d do wouldn’t be enough to save his own downfall.
I once knew a man that shined a flourishing coin between his fingers misled
When aggressive words would punish him, he’d just smile with his words unsaid.
The evils of the world had shown him what to know, but his spirit heard the call
He knew that everything he owned was becoming holy, his bed his own prayer shawl.
I used to know a man that shined a holy halo from the crown upon his head.
No anger, hurt, or hypocrisy could touch him as he’d stand tall among the dead.
The disregard of the material plane was now everything, he’d shed
The rawness of the world returned his spirit glow, even as he’s enthralled
He knew that his place as a “Miracle Man” was found at the Wailing Wall.
Goodness, This is as deep as I’ve seen lately. I like it, but I’m still thinking on it, and as I had sedation earlier at the pain clinic, my mind may not be as clear yet as I think it is. In fact, I’m going to lie down now as I’m getting very sore. Love you, Mom
Love as God loves and live as Jesus lived. Rev. Tim TenClay