As if from heaven come
The compassionate ones
Buddha Jesus Gandhi King
Spreading wisdom like so much
Seed flowing out upon us
No solipsists they
Pure selfless love of humanity
Dying from food from the beggar bowl
Or from torture or from gun shot
Did they die for us
Washing with their blood
Our singular selfish souls
Whatever their vision their wisdom
They too had individual passion
Buddha was Siddhartha husband and father
It is what he gave up that holds him
In our imagination
So too Jesus whose private loves
We can only surmise
John Mary Lazarus
Gandhi with his nieces
Gandhi with his nieces
King with his lovers
What compassion was not
Begot by love in the flesh
Jack 11/11/11
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