La Vita Nuova (Weldon Kees Poem)
Last summer, in the blue heat, Over the beach, in the burning air, A legless beggar lurched on calloused fists ...
Last summer, in the blue heat, Over the beach, in the burning air, A legless beggar lurched on calloused fists ...
Each of us challenged to be warm hearted compassion for our neighbors lifting them up Will we be judged as ...
Do the people of the world those who are yet strangers see the face of Christ when they look upon ...
No gifts like the Magi not royalty no gold, no spices no fragrant perfume Offering our hands the work to ...
Do we see the rough hands of the fishermen when we look at our hands do we see the scars ...
Do others see love when they look upon us do they see our Savior in the way that we live ...
When we look at our hands do we see the scars of the nails the sacrifice of Christ Do we ...
The hands of the shepherd the hands of the savior hands of the sacrifice dying for us The hands of ...
Leaving their nets the fish on the shore their families, their homes their lives to that day Going with Jesus ...
Feeling his touch the roughness of his hands the scars from the nails where he was crucified the touch of ...
Watching the fishermen the ones who followed who sought the Messiah who followed the Christ Leaving John, their nets, working ...
Hands that are given offered unto God holy witness to the love in the word Hands that lifted orphans gave ...
We think of the fishermen the first disciples their hands doing the work of the church Each of them chosen ...
Hands of the carpenter the hands of Joseph the father of Jesus raising our Savior as his own son Teaching ...
The boards of the cabins against the wind off the ocean sanded and buffeted boards bent to the touch The ...
Not a member of the elite never sitting, studying in the Temple working, with his calloused hands the nets, the ...
With the hands of a servant calloused, worn, working hands the hands of a carpenter, a fisherman leading us, healing ...
He said his name was Billy, he worked in the same spot in this place the same spot he said ...
Calloused hands hearty handshake Bright eyes and easy smile consumed his face Brothers we are Mi Amigo, and confidante, through ...
For Lincoln MacVeagh Never tell me that not one star of all That slip from heaven at night and softly ...
Whenas-(I love that "whenas" word- It shows I am a poet, too,) Q. Horace Flaccus gaily stirred The welkin with ...
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