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George
He walks in the footsteps that few can tread.
His gentle voice is commanding--
Not in a commandeering manner,
But full of understanding,
Kindness, compassion, patience, and peace.
There's no way to measure
The love that permeates his being.
His words: a priceless treasure.
While others with judgmental views
Tear the world apart,
This man has not one speck
Of hatred in his heart.
Deep humility guides his steps
And isn't a mere abstraction.
Passion for humanity
Governs his every action.
You mean Christ, you say to me
With words one could defend.
Christ? No, I mean George,*
My school chum and my friend.
(6-28-17) By Bob B
*The Eleventh Bishop of the Episcopal Diocese of New Jersey
His gentle voice is commanding--
Not in a commandeering manner,
But full of understanding,
Kindness, compassion, patience, and peace.
There's no way to measure
The love that permeates his being.
His words: a priceless treasure.
While others with judgmental views
Tear the world apart,
This man has not one speck
Of hatred in his heart.
Deep humility guides his steps
And isn't a mere abstraction.
Passion for humanity
Governs his every action.
You mean Christ, you say to me
With words one could defend.
Christ? No, I mean George,*
My school chum and my friend.
(6-28-17) By Bob B
*The Eleventh Bishop of the Episcopal Diocese of New Jersey
