A Mystic's Path

Born a Seer, yet goes unseen
Walks amongst, yet walks alone
Serves, yet goes unserved
Knows what others’ remember not
Heals his fellows though spurned
Loves, though hated
His fate, scourging, death, martyrdom
His reward...Angels bow before Him

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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