The Old Prophet Poem by DM W

The old prophet smelt strongly of the wilderness.
He didn't disguise his hatred of convention;
Nor his deep loathing for ludicrous modern ways.
Yet his unutterable grasp of truth and beauty
Marked him as a wise, enlightened one; far removed
From all the glaring vicissitudes of his time.
He had traversed all the kingdoms of light and dark
And knew all the temptations contained in the soul.
He wished to obliterate rigid ritual,
And expand the reach of Love's sacred consciousness.