Buxton Shippy Poems

He is walking on the surface of the earth.
Searching for souls for Messiah.
He is the Holy Spirit.
He wants to help
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Since natural life is transient
I cling to your immutable words:
The living organisms
Powered to heal or kill,
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The Far Right tear bandages
Off racial wounds
With talk about food stamps;
Like their ancestors,
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All five thousand stand up,
Turn around three times,
Clockwise.
Raise both hands to the sky,
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All day long they sit on rotted rocks
Playing melodies for their captors;
Ears wide open but nothing heard
In this wilderness of gloom.
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If we all do what Christ teaches,
Would we still have wars,
Would we still have diseases,
Would we still have the poor,
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Mister Non-violent
Is cold and lonely:
No war-party invitations
Or explosions,
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Beneath the shimmering water,
Crystal clear,
Two flat stones appeared.
Wish there was moss,
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Forlorn without knowing why
He paces the floors erect
Hoping to find ease
In the shadows of blistered years
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She thought of frowning
Then considered the cost;
So she teaches them
To laugh in the rain,
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