Hand-me-down Love

I am my Beloved's...

I have often thought the Bible should begin with, “Once upon a time….”

Heaven’s celebrities walk on asphalt streets

Unaffected because their shoes are

40 year-old desert hand-me-downs

Passed down from Israelite ancestors


Royal Blood, they swagger under the influence

Of some power

They sing and smell incense prayers

Burned by Poverty’s barrels

Lit up in street corners to stay warm


He is there

Warming his hands with them

Studying faces of passersby for a glimpse of her

His love has become a caption

Beneath the picture of a dusty tattered fairy tale






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