James Munro

         EVENING ON THE ROAD


        
         Bleat, sheep.
                Flutter, bat.
         Sing up, muezzin!
              Ring out, bell!

                   Born here,
               believe this.
            Born there,
         believe that.
        
         Born here,
            go to heaven.
               Born there,
                  go to hell.


                  *


To those who have met the Crucified God
        on the Road to Emmaus,
  it matters not where they were born,
              or who to,

         O Lord of the Night.










From The Jesus Bhakti Poems
The Jesus Bhakti Poems