Poems
THEME/S
When He went abroad,
He covered the great glow
Which proved Him to be Lord:
He went incognito,
And by His magic framed
A myriad alibi
And took the devious different roads
That are you and I.
He travels without noise,
Invisible even by day,
But leaving everywhere
Footprints upon our clay.
Sometimes He meets Himself—
Then folks light up and love,
Not understanding what immense
Secrecies move
Their tiny hands and mouths
To treasure in sealed touch
The joy they fear would scatter and fade
If they spoke too much.
But ever the one soulless word
Is spoken and again
The gleams are shadows that diverge—
Footprints remain.
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