I chanted in an unknown tongue,
They listened uncertain if I was an angel or a ghost,
Or just a crazy old man.
I paused my chant meditatively,
Gently smiled, knowingly, neither angel, nor ghost,
Nor any more insane than another.
On, I chanted,
In song with the natural rhythms of generations,
Both past and future.
I spoke of peace and love,
Of the season sweeping into winter from autumn,
Of how miraculous We all are.
And in the moments of quite,
Between each word spoken,
I basked, knowingly, in the warmth of His grace.
Be well,
Monty
Monty’s Blahg 
Ah! Poetry!! I like this chant poem that isn’t a chant poem!
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I hadn’t seen it as such, but you’re right!!
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Wonderful!
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Love this!
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Beautiful
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