a light never before seen
lonely preacher on street corner
gathers in unseen souls
wayward and without homes
wandering this earth in silence
they are drawn to his words
spoken plainly and unhesitatingly
giving them reason to break free
from their apocalyptic spells
come one come all and
join the parade he whispers
take my hand and follow me
into the light
a light never before seen
and destined to mend
your broken spirits
september two thousand fifteen
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“lonely preacher on street corner”
This is one of those rare lines that both rhyme and conveys something sublime.
The above was an attempt at rhyming. Great poem, John!
Thanks so much, Millie; it’s always a pleasure receiving your visits and comments.
The title turn it into religious, hope it’s not a false lighthouse.
Where there is light involved I would like to believe it is not false….