The Most

The Most

A Poem by Pete
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If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. - Thoreau

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Corona Spina: the Crown of Thorns and the Crown of Glory: Psalm 21 |  Malcolm Guite

down
down
whilst a summer rain sluiced down
long past high noon
an old, worn fiddle, a happy, smiling mandolin along with a couple of seemingly rusted, tarnished spoons
we became the talk of the town

round
round
we danced around
joyous, celebratory emotions spilling
spirits willing
life's bitter wine swilling

as precious and ornately as heaven's crown
joy rained down
forsaking sorrow
because there was no tomorrow
in fact, there was no other way
because all we had was today

shaking off feet of clay
hearts, souls and bodies asway
forever finding a faithful way
eternally grateful to a gracious, merciful host
twirling with the father, son and holy ghost
in order to obtain

the most



© 2023 Pete


Author's Note

Pete
“You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching, love like you’ll never be hurt, sing like there’s nobody listening, and live like it’s heaven on earth.” - William W. Purkey

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Pete
Pete

Boston, MA



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I 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..

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