MG (N/A / Sydney, Nova Scotia)

Leave This

Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads!
Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut?
Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee!

He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground
and where the pathmaker is breaking stones.
He is with them in sun and in shower,
and his garment is covered with dust.
Put off thy holy mantle and even like him come down on the dusty soil!

Deliverance?
Where is this deliverance to be found?
Our master himself has joyfully taken upon him the bonds of creation;
he is bound with us all for ever.

Come out of thy meditations and leave aside thy flowers and incense!
What harm is there if thy clothes become tattered and stained?
Meet him and stand by him in toil and in sweat of thy brow.

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Comments (6)

YIKES! very captivating poem. but, i'd like to hear this person's story: David Tanguay (1/8/2007 6: 41: 00 PM) Sorry Melvina, but this poem does't fit in this world.It isn't real that's my honest opinion, someone who walked that road, when the road was real i wonder if he is still alive and on PH. i see it was 2007. this shall go to MyPoemList. i especially appreciated: Won’t you take me by the arm, lift me if you can, or would you shy away leaving me here- and One day a hose will blow my way, I shall fall to the ground, swept away like waste in a barn, I’ll lay dead and mutilated. bri ;)
Melvina...Another gritty poem about life on the street...well done! ! Hugs, Dee
You don't pull any punches, Melvina... hard hitting and blunt. Good write. Brian
Sorry Melvina, but this poem does't fit in this world.It isn't real that's my honest opinion, someone who walked that road, when the road was real
You touch a human being and your walk is worth than a mile because you feel the real heart beat. She is a friend you called what a beauty of that fine word?
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