Following My Clergy Poem by Tony Adah

Following My Clergy



After a ramble in the house
I am going westward
To where the the day is passing away
I am a passerby watching the road
And its shoulders of verdure going to infinity.

Down there
A shapeless ball of the sun
Has eaten the horizon
I am following someone
My pitiless cleric is taking me through here
To where I do not know.

I will no longer follow
For if my soul is pulverized
The inexcusable pain endured
Then I would have forgotten
That salvation is every man's duty.

Monday, March 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: salvation
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