There He Goes

Poem

There he is, doing his thing
Giving us loving Power
There he goes, sitting there
Giving us every hour

Oh no, there he ascends
Turning for his throne
As we pray for his consent
There he goes, peering in on his clone.

Behaving as he indicated
We live in his inspiration
In his care until elevated
Until we receive glorification

There he is, doing his thing
Giving us loving Power
There he goes, sitting there
Giving us every hour

It’s up to me to set the move
I know I’ll be seen, it’s written
I’ll seek out his cove
Need not fear of being stricken

At his dinner table of worship
Heading for his …Doom
His spoken words
Turn out to be his wardship

more by THOMAS DEANGELO

photograph by Frantzou Fleurine

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