Sometimes I ponder
Where the dead
Go beyond materialistic bonds
And then
I hear the Host
Call from afar
Distant boundaries
Temporal realms
Are they
The ones behind the throne
Of the Almighty
Crying out
To be avenged
Yet that is not Your nature
But when does
The torment meet
It’s resolute end
On the precipice of tomorrow?
Or can we make a stand
Here today
Does ego always interfere
Then I say
I lay down my sword
To plow the New Garden
Where no fiery angels stand guard
Wine from the vine of Enlightenment
Fill our thoughts
With good will
Let the cool breeze
Kiss our dreams
And You can be at peace
Once again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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