Gospel For The Day Poem by RIC BASTASA

Gospel For The Day



even the dogs eat the crumbs
on the floor

sometimes we
his children simply do not recognize
the cake
reserved for us
on top of the table
with flowers
and the matching
sweet music
prepared by our father

we are the spoiled
brats in the house
but he is so
patiently
waiting

and very silent

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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