Evangelist preaching on the street, Morelia, Michoacán, México
Preacher man a-preachin’
To the sky and to the birds;
Don’t you wish you understood
His message and his words?
Story after story comes
Pouring from his tongue—
Sometimes fiery tales
‘bout the world when it was young;
And sometimes dark allusions
To sin and hell and such;
Doesn’t bother me a bit—
Well, at least not much!
Photo and poem © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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