in depth of solitude


Dedicated to my great and scholar poet-friend
Dr. Brad Gilmore

crucified on the highest cross
earthlings hearts full of dross
nailed feeble oppressed body
sign of our sins just to learn us

Cain tribe, need joy in life fine
fetch bread and the red wine
both self-devotion symbols of
tortured body and blood shine

your resurrection made us mirth
we all alone on the soulless earth
you ascended to the God in welkin
we're waiting for you in each birth

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Dedicated to my great and scholar poet-friend Dr. Brad Gilmore