If God Came Down Poem by Arno Le Roux

If God Came Down

As ancient feet gently strode, all closed wings
Looking down to where those sweet voices sings
Ornate pillared places worshipping His name
Drew Him nearer so more winged ones came

But as the holy travellers little closer stepped
Sweet singing paused them and they wept
Immortal beggars with hidden wings away
Still where God placed them, torn blankets grey

'Wearing beggars uniform outside these places still? '
'So many sunsets tested but this was not my will?
'You still hold no food no shoes to even lace? '
'Surely these voices en route saw your face? '

'Your places of worship are beautified indeed'
'But doors locked shut for the others ones in need'
'After inside singing when the last candle's out'
'Those choirs plan boarding separate tanks to fight'

'Please visit again maybe in a thousand years'
'When deeds in tune with music may bring tears'
'Till then we winged ones will bear and wait'
'As we wait for them to discover love's gate'

Arno Le Roux 2015