IN HIS SLEEP HE SAW LOVE, GLORY AND WEALTH APPEAR TO HIM
This is Temporary: 5 of 8
Be it the 111th Poem here posted.
I imagined every venerable thing be mine,
from being beaten until I had no breath
and living in utter desolation, poverty,
to having tangible things, good tasting things,
Land and Gold.
But I wear it lightly being long dead,
having long since sacrificed my soul,
I gave my body and its inhabitants,
my two mites which made a farthing,
I gave them as alms
to the Lord of the Universe.
For my toil
I am allowed the freedom and splendor
and beauty and mercy and privilege
of perfect unknowing.
