Thursday, March 11, 2010

the depraved umbrella




His umbrella may have been depraved
But it weathered his travels
Through the storms and the rain
Through the unforgiving heat of the dry season
It stood and sheltered

Held by steady, caring hands
The umbrella though torn
Remained resilient
 
Bequeathed to him by those who didn’t care for it
It was his faithful companion
 
From south to north and back
It sheltered him like the hand of god over his head
And gave him the solitude to ponder his writings
and his journey in life while he walked
 
The world would look at him in amazement
“Why he doh get ah new one?!?!”
“Is cheap he cheap?!?!”
 
Yet he could not be all the more wealthy
For his heart and soul were ever radiant
Giving to the world more than they knew
 
For he wrote and spoke the hidden truths of our hearts
And in his wanderings he learnt more about humanity
About its despairs, about its hopes and dreams
 
He connects those who wanted to be heard
With those who would listen
And in the joy of connecting people
This became his reward and his own blessing
 
In the depraved umbrella
He realized the divine
And that the imperfect was perfect 
and sublime
 

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