eclipse Posted December 11, 2021 Share Posted December 11, 2021 What colour is poverty, Are Christ's eyes The colour of love, Rage as he orders Cathedrals to breathe out. Do the wings of angels Turn grey with age in Landscape of homeless Man who dreams of Route in and out of heaven, He could sleep surrounded By history's fires, his dreams A repository for the requiems And carols of heavenly Choirs, birds will hear notes Unheard by human ears, Full incarnation will Be attracted by celestial Canticles. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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