God Wears GucciA Poem by PeteThey sleep in parks and doorways. Eat from trash cans. Converse with squirrels. Sip soup in his kitchen. Bathe in the rain of redemption. They convene in his woods and bask at his beach. Lift themselves in his light. Caress themselves with his breeze. Feared and despised. Their images are etched in stained glass for eternity. Silent, sanctified soldiers of salvation. They know him and converse with him. When it rains, it rains on everyone. They are not blinded by the things of this world nor chilled by its coldness. "The last will be first, and the first will be last." Street people may wear Dumpster and the devil may wear Prada but ... ... God wears Gucci and gets the last word ... © 2017 PeteAuthor's Note
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Added on January 23, 2017Last Updated on December 22, 2017 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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