A Life of Poetry

Savior of the World,
Your life was a book of poetry.
Every action you did
Was meticulous and masterful.
Your sermons were not selfish
Nor were you unwilling to speak to fools...
You had compassion, and did
Live a life of poverty for us.
You were like Pythagoras
Or Kerouac, and then you asked,
"Eat my flesh, and drink my blood."
Living, you lived, and you died
With living waters pouring out of your heart.
You were perfect poetry, 
Living poetry, a life very very few ever live.
And you lived it for me,
For I am incapable of emulating it.