St. John Returns To Ustyug Poem by Cainneach Rua
St. John Returns To Ustyug
They called me Poor John
I came here long ago
And lived among the streets
I ate scraps and crumbs
And things suchlike
The earth swallowed my tears
It was a lonely life.
But the birds sang to me
And at night the angels
Folded me in their wings
When I died they buried me in a field
And the grass mourned over me
Christ took me home
To my hut in the sky
And now
We are very glad
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