Loaves and Fishes

My friend, the work moves. You have no idea how the work moves. Like a spirit it moves. Like the rising day it moves. Like induction and deduction it moves. Beyond calculations and calendars it moves. Beyond bread lines and prayers it moves. On the shoulder of the suffering it moves. On the lips of the forgiven it moves. On the straight backs of the proud it moves. With a cane and a basket it moves. With a hoodie and a trench coat it moves. With baggage it moves. It moves. Like the loaves and fishes it moves.

 

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One thought on “Loaves and Fishes”

  1. I like these metaphysical poems. What would you are their philosophical underpinings?

    On Sat, Feb 18, 2017 at 4:11 PM, The Broken Spear Vision wrote:

    > George Payne posted: ” The world is not made up of colors. It is made up > of shades that have no name. The world is not made up of shapes. It is made > up of lines that have no point. The world is not made up of tonalities. It > is made up of noises that compete to be h” >

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