Buxton Shippy Poems

The lights bend
As a single person approaches
The sparsely furnished hallway
As if they felt him.
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If you are in pain,
Let me say a prayer,
Then take you to a healer.
If you are hungry,
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Don't let the pen lay idle
Where innocent blood shed;
Where there are starving
Children to be fed.
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Every day, afternoon,
The priests lead a procession
From the alter to the end of the nave
To minister to the saints the Good News;
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A single rose buds in total darkness,
Rises above despondency.
If I were a rose,
I would be a prayer for the hurting;
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I am a solid black
The mystery ridiculed
And misunderstood
On the pages.
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Everywhere I look
I see you and me
The poor;
Easy to praise
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When all things fail, undecipherable,
Read the scriptures,
Strength there you'll find.
Master of hills,
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In the midst of terror
Dry bones sing
Earth vomits
Innocent blood shed
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He lays in repose
With a Purple Heart.
Fought gallantly,
With a purpose
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