A prayer to the Holy Messenger

Holy Messenger

You come

Without wings

Without armour

You gaze on those

Who lay dying

In the gutters

Forgotten people

People cast off

And despised

You lift them up In loving arms

and wipe away tears most bitter

Fill empty hearts

With hope once again

Holy Messenger

You speak words of truth

and profound simplicity

I see you waiting to be heard

May you be heard,

may you be heard