He was a plain man
and learned no latin.
Having left all gold behind
he dealt out peace
to all us wild ones
and the weather.
He ate fish, bread,
country wine and God's will.
Dust sandaled his feet.
He wore purple only once,
and that was an irony.
--Luci Shaw (1928- ) from Accompanied by Angels: Poems of the Incarnation, 2006
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