A Professor of Quiet Renown

In my fantasy I am a Professor of Quiet Renown,
a speaker of such depth of understanding that
others marvel at how little they understand of
life, love, and the depth of human suffering.

Hearing him

their hearts quake and their minds spin with
the need to reach out to others around them.
He is the mantle-bearer of Lewis, of Tolkien,
of St. Seraphim, of Arvo Pärt and Jim Forest.

Hearing him

beauty is intensified in the receivers’ perception,
peace becomes an imperative, not forced
but lived and emanated outwards to a world 

that so desperately needs it. But I am not him.

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