Jesus Of The Streets Poem by DM W
Jesus Of The Streets
The ragged beggar prowls the frozen streets.
He smells of whiskey & miracles.
His bright eyes speak of a greater love
Beyond the sadness of this wounded night.
His beatific, Buddha like smile,
Suggests ancient, hard won secrets,
We will never get to know;
In our cool, regulated world,
Where life is as airbrushed, smooth and crass,
As the surface of a magazine.
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5/11/2024 10:12:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
is bright eyes speak of a greater love Beyond the sadness of this wounded night. in social injustices you see the face of Jesus Christ the saviour of mankind........ yes he was crucified in terrible injustice in human history........ lovely poem and images...... thank you dear poet...... tony
Thanks Tony...much appreciated!