A Man Carries An Icon Hand Painted - Poem by Mark Heathcote
A man carries an icon in his heart and more
He crosses the steppes in search of a distant shore.
He's a wanderer a rambler, lain up to feel lame
He goes to the end of the world to exclaim.
And proclaim he's got only one home!
He goes to the sea white watery, milky foam.
To transcend lose every step, and find salvation.
He sees devils and saints under trackless skies
The sores on his soles bleed, his hearts in flotation
Like a dove, it soars. Every step needs still to synchronise.
He goes on and on, on and on, amen!
His own heart his best friend an icon hand painted, amen.
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