Speaking to not one
  but the multitudes,
  the prophet raised his head

And serving up his gratitude,
  the starving and hungry
  were given bread

Starting again
  his eyes looked up,
  and through a plain white cloth he bled

While standing in the same spot
  his father had,
  and repeating those words he said…

    “Don’t worship me,
      Become yourself,
      Divinity, yours at hand

     “Wash their feet
       And free your mind,
       Bring peace throughout the land

     “Thank not one,
       But all you meet
       For a soul no longer wracked

     “And with each new breath  
       The Angels dance
       —salvation looking back”

     (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)