a lonely God...
from dust made flesh,
and filled it with
the haunting spirit of wind.
eyes that open
both in and out,
a fire kindled of bones!
who are we
to run blindly
into the sun?
to hide from the rain
that weeps for us?
idols made of fear,
the soul chokes the spirit.
we stand on the porch,
afraid to open the door!
dust and flesh,
wind and fire...
bones that cry out,
tears lost in the rain.
a lonely God...
walks away!
This was a really brilliant write...really made me reflect. I loved..and filled it with the haunting spirit of wind. eyes that open both in and out, -SG
Why do people call the Gods of other religions as Idols? When we accept and learn other languages, why can't we understand the doctrines of other religions, that emerged at the same time or earlier? Are we, the 21st century human more intelligent than the year 32 human? Lonely God has had no idea of micro organisms and the existence of various continents. Is it the intelligence of human or the God?
A great poem, with a great haunting feeling to it. A fantastic write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great masterpiece! Forces one to reflect and think/meditate deep and honestly! Thank for showing the way.