James Vaughn


Little Black Hat - Poem by James Vaughn

A scholarly man, practically fair, sought divinity in the matter of his hair.

The little black cap, upon his head wasn’t enough is what his friends said.

It’s a ritual, a symbol of sorts; I wear it to show my god I stand in his court.

Is there a god they all seemed to ask, and if so, what duties come with this task.

Thoughtfully contemplating what he would say, finally he answered in this way.

Love your neighbor, love yourself, and find the center of your spiritual self.

God is not cruel, nor is he mean; his son was sacrificed for all these things.

What he wants is not your praise, he wants for peace on earth everyday,

but in the matter of my hair I guess he decided my head is better off bare


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 12, 2009



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