The yawning sky accompanies
the cries and the beating bell
of the barefoot prophet.
Wavering like the wind,
a strange specter in the horizon
adorned in a white robe flowing.
'Repent of your sins
for near is the end! '
His wails, the waves
bear though barred windows
rousing sinners from slumber deep.
They sneer at the seer
who daily tramps on their repose
with his ravings.
But the *Celestial steers not
the sluggish sand, trudging
his feet bare; his mission clear.
*A member of the Celestial Church in Nigeria. Members who are known for short as the 'Celes' believe that the beach is a holy place of worship.
Birgitta Heikka
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-barefoot-prophet-on-the-beach/
