" The Face Of God's Son "

Dare I, or you, disturb the Universe
The balancing act
The emphatic derision
Tearing apart Mother Nature's
Curse
Of being beautiful
Throughout the convergent lines
Making mockery
Of Holy covenants
And blood on the hands
Of the richly mistaken
For where the Universe is concerned
There is no rich
Or poor
Only the hands of God's evolution
And the Faith in that Love
That reassures
A kindly soul's
Rebirth
Time and Time
Again
Until the clock stops
And purity
Is found floating
Endlessly
In the face of God's
Son......

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)