<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521551" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>on the Feast of Christ the King</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The long day ends, at long last, and we assemble in the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I call it 'sky' though, like earth and sea, sky is no more, <br>and though I don't know how, I stand nowhere, <br>in a great hall of recalled light, <br>breathing a memory of oxygen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I say 'we assemble' though I can <br>see no bodies, not even my own, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet I hear them breathe, and in their grasping hands, <br>feel their nameless fear as His voice fills this place<br>and begins the Great Division... <br>sheep to the right, goats to the left. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Uncertain of my fate I hear Him say, <br>'I was hungry and you gave me something to eat.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In fear I search for an instance<br>when I stopped for the beggar, <br>fished for a coin at the traffic light, <br>but nearly always, embarrassed, looked away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I was a stranger and you made me feel welcome'... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I voted for a candidate who offered electric borders, <br>fences to exclude dreamers, <br>execute aliens. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trembling, I turn away<br>and for mercy pray<br>for just one more day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Steven+Federle">Steven Federle</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521551" data-title="On the Feast of Christ the King de Steven Federle" data-description="The long day ends, at long last, and we assemble in the sky. I call it 'sky' though, like earth and sea, sky is no more, and though I don't know how, I stand nowhere, in a great hall of recalled light, breathing a memory of oxygen. I say 'we..."></div> </div> </div>

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