The rustle of silk
as it floats by listlessly.
A face turned away.
I don’t know that face,
but I know where
it came from and
I know where
it’s going.
Buddha, Allah
Lord God Jehovah –
take that face
into gentle hands.
Whisper your love song
as it turns toward home
one last time.
This is a Magpie Tale and a One Shot Wednesday poem. Please go to those sites to check out other writers.
beautiful...yes my hopes resonate...
ReplyDelete"I don't know that face, but I know where it came from and I know where it's going..."
ReplyDeleteA lovely bit of hope in what seems like a hopeless situation. Thanks for sharing :)
Lovely. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYou have given all of us a special gift today ... our hearts and our love songs winging their way.
ReplyDeleteEloquent, beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteA perfect prayer for the day!
ReplyDeleteRick
So beautiful. So so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteA lovely, lovely prayer.
ReplyDeleteat the risk of being redundant...very lovely.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful and so soft.. I liked it so much.. just like a prayer for japan...
ReplyDeleteॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Your words are very moving. This is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteA thoughtful idea at this calamitous time.
ReplyDeleteheartfelt and so divinely inspired.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is like floating love whispering in the breeze. I love it's rustle, Bug. Thank you for sharing your writing.
ReplyDeleteWe all link to the same thoughts and to the same God of hope.
ReplyDeleteLoved it!
ReplyDeletean ordinary moment
I've had a hard time wrapping my mind around everything happening in Japan. Thank you for wrapping around it for me.
ReplyDeleteturning toward home - i like this
ReplyDeletea sweet thought...
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem and prayer of hope for those that desperately need it...this is lovely Bug!
ReplyDeleteMay light perpetual shine on the faces of the dead as the God of light and love embraces them, and may that same light and love now envelope those struggling to survive, struggling to prevent even more death from visiting Japan. Hauntingly beautiful, Danabug.
ReplyDeletekeep hoping,
ReplyDeleteawesome take, bless you.
This poem, another petal of hope for those who have had their lives filled with with hopelessness. Very nice.
ReplyDeletePoetry24…where news is the Muse
Moving poetry. Nice mag.
ReplyDeleteA sweet whisper of a poem.
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