Portrait of a Saint
he surpasses me in thought, word,
and deed
God is surely pleased
with him
his glasses coincide
with the intelligence inside
not keeping it for himself
with compassion he helps
not just me
although it appears to be
just me
he hurts, he cries there are dark circles under
his eyes
I spy on him with wonder
his voice, a soothing timbre
he speaks and I am better
Sometimes I wish I am he
instead of me
perhaps some form of Jealousy?
or just the state I'm in?
his stride creates a breeze
his white coat flaps behind him
a Superhero he seems
he searches outside and within
it is hard to find
cures for the troubled mind
Dear Lord comfort him
1989
and deed
God is surely pleased
with him
his glasses coincide
with the intelligence inside
not keeping it for himself
with compassion he helps
not just me
although it appears to be
just me
he hurts, he cries there are dark circles under
his eyes
I spy on him with wonder
his voice, a soothing timbre
he speaks and I am better
Sometimes I wish I am he
instead of me
perhaps some form of Jealousy?
or just the state I'm in?
his stride creates a breeze
his white coat flaps behind him
a Superhero he seems
he searches outside and within
it is hard to find
cures for the troubled mind
Dear Lord comfort him
1989
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