Charisma
And those that were wise spoke among themselves
They took note of the darkness
spoke of things past and things yet future
they collected the news
the times and the seasons of men
they watched carefully for the time
to fulfill what was foretold
and yet it was not the time
but only a little time did each possess
What will they do with this time
but few living at the time found the Lord's Glories
he was one who lived "in the trenches"
not just fighting poverty but "poverty in spirit"
he not only touched them but he loved them
It's difficult to take my eyes off him
the depth of his beauty of soul
draws me like the herds to water
as I seek to saturate myself
with the looking at him
and the wisdom of his words
Choice words here about all that dogma
if you are missing just this one thing
it doesn't even hit close to the excellence
manifest in his nature, and I want
to explain it , clearly so
we among ourselves can understand
Where among men can you find such loyalty
no one can even purchase the like of it
nor has anyone been so completely
committed to the benefit of others
You don't hear it said often about those here
"He was incorruptible" , irreproachable , thoroughly just
without prejudice , and could aptly expound on the "wisdom of the ages"
yes in the trenches "not killing people trenches" for war
but where those who needed him could find him
I have been searching for the "like of him"
I have covered every quadrant looking for his fullness
bits and pieces , bits and pieces
and not even I with all that I have known
can display such expanse of attributes
so wholly desirable , that all the disputes of dogma
are drowned in his essences
so clear is the vision of him
and transparent his motives and activity
why would anyone exchange this pattern
for something far less valuable?
I want to slate my thirst and be saturated
bathed in the love of him
I want to commit it's energy into all my cells
and yet the circumference of it's vastness
exhausts me . I can only look upon the glory
of such a person and be mesmerized
by the shear depth of his exquisiteness
of whom I could never be worthy
to look upon such an incorruptible nature
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