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?
*If it leads us into harmony
ReplyDeleteand 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!
and often its the untrodden way that leads to the most unexpected of destinations!
ReplyDeletegr8 post!
:)
So very true. Nice poem. Reminds me of...
ReplyDeleteGold stardust
like spring rain
falls in love
and gently showers
the heart in tenderness.
Margie that was so beautiful. No matter what faith it is the harmony amongst us that really matters.
ReplyDeletea beautiful thought again, margie!
ReplyDeleteNice thoughts...very nice....
ReplyDeleteanand~ velu~ don~ starry~ polona~
ReplyDelete& kuan~
Thanks!
I am happy to know you all
liked my poem.
Don~ I loved the poem you
shared.
Margie :)
we find gold in our hearts & in our souls
ReplyDeletekai~
ReplyDeleteSo very true!