Monday, April 21, 2014

Until They Become A Sky Again

Until They Become A Sky Again

The peace, it is there; it grows from her soil.
A few feet beneath her surface, 
all is always perfectly calm. 

What does she know of any storms then? 
What does she hear of any cries of this world, 
or is in any way startled by fear? 

Once in a while something stirs a thirst 
she had forgotten about;

a divine rain falls on her hills 
and settles in a beautiful valley;

there, life's companion, water, gently reaches down
and touches, awakens her heart.

She begins to reach up with all her strength, 
feeling a glorious destiny awaits,

and she keeps stretching her arms until 
they become a sky again 
and all that is luminous in it. 

Her love shelters then from all angles, 
above, below, and to our sides. 

Yes, it shelters us, like any heart,
that knows God. 

The peace is always there, 
just beneath a particle of our surface. 

              After blogging about religion for three days, I feel like this poem is a perfect wrap-up, peace comes to any heart that knows God.

“There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.” 

“I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit. ” 

“If there's only one nation in the sky, shouldn't all passports be valid for it?” 
Yann Martel, Life of Pi

Rosa Celeste (19th Century)
Dante and Beatrice gaze upon the highest Heaven, The Empyrean

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