Bebo

Guido Debonis <GuidoD2>

	A Poem about the men and chapel.	527 dagen geleden
	Take thou they shoes from off thy feet-nay more, Bend a low knee if thou would'st enter here; For a real presence lingers brooding near This Holy of Holies on a storm lashed shore. What prayers, what longings did these captives pour Out to their God, when swift to calm each fear Christ day by day stooped to his alter bier, What time the priest the Sacred Host upbore. Long years ago in Patmos'lonely isle Tarried St John expecting a far call: Did he not pray for these in their exile? And that dear Virgin Mother of us all- She whose own heart had known the sword's sharp fall- Give them the tribute of her tears, her smile? H CARLTON S MORRIS
	geplaatst door Guido Debonis