Poetry Month – Bob Franke

Beggars to God – Bob Franke

The song of Gypsy Davy rang

Delighted through the night

The wise and foolish virgin

Kept her candles burning bright

Rise up my young and foolish one

And follow if you can,

There’ll be no need for candles

In the arms of such a man.

Make love to each other

Be free with each other

Be prisoners of love ’til you lie in the sod

Be friends to each other

Forgive one another

See God in each other

Be beggars to God.

The night was cold and dark and wet

As they wandered on alone.

The sky became their canopy

The earth became their throne

And as their raiment ran to rags

They thought it nothing wrong

For earth and sky are robe enough

When you sing the gypsie’s song.

They sang and played the gypsy song

Wherever they were sent

To some it seemed a dancing tune

To some a sad lament.

But in every heart that heard them true

A tear became a smile

And the pauper or a prince

Became the gypsy for awhile.