Father X
my mind was as young as a bud
of a white rose
when you were ordained somewhere
in that high place of the city
i thought i saw God descending from
his mighty throne
laying his hands upon your head
transferring some powers
i believed you then
time proves who the innocent are
who the culprits are
later exposed under the mighty sun
of truth
you are part of the stain
you call yourself the fallen manna from heaven
food for those who think they are lost
those slaves set free by the shackles of
ignorance
now you are like us
the grasses of the lawn
the pebbles of the pavement
the sands of the shores of time
now i believe you more.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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