Wednesday, July 26, 2006

GOLD

The cloud's of last night's storm
hang grey above the brown horizon.
The thin sun slices in between
with concentrated light
that flahes gold the symbol
on the farther church, temple or mosque.

Is it a Cross, or Star of David,
or another sign of another faith
or Majesty of thought?

If it leads us into harmony
and peace...
does it truly matter
if each gets there his own way?

10 comments:

  1. *If it leads us into harmony
    and peace...
    does it truly matter
    if each gets there his own way?*
    lovely piece!..and loved the last 4 lines...how does it matter how u recah there..as long as we all figure out our paths!

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  2. and often its the untrodden way that leads to the most unexpected of destinations!

    gr8 post!
    :)

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  3. So very true. Nice poem. Reminds me of...

    Gold stardust
    like spring rain
    falls in love
    and gently showers
    the heart in tenderness.

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  4. Margie that was so beautiful. No matter what faith it is the harmony amongst us that really matters.

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  5. a beautiful thought again, margie!

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  6. anand~ velu~ don~ starry~ polona~
    & kuan~
    Thanks!
    I am happy to know you all
    liked my poem.
    Don~ I loved the poem you
    shared.
    Margie :)

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  7. we find gold in our hearts & in our souls

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  8. I say briefly: Best! Useful information. Good job guys.
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Each day comes
bearing its own gifts ...
Untie the ribbons.

-Ruth Ann Schabacker