God At The Bus Stop Poem by Uriah Hamilton
God At The Bus Stop
Walking at midnight
Fragile in the rain,
I watch the streetlamps sway
And the headlights gleam
Along the lonely avenue.
Feeling alone
As the gentle poems
Drift in and out
Of dark bars
And all-night
Party store parking lots,
I write my soul
On the page of the city.
Everything is salvation
Mingled with sadness;
I wait for God at the bus stop.
My dear Uriah, this is exceptional. Great atmosphere, and beautiful, profound imagery that cannot fail to touch the souls of your readers. My applause. Always your friend, Sandra
rain, dark bars, loneliness- you build the mood and then the final lines... so touching; God at the bus stop thanks Mamta
I can just picture you walking through the night surrounded with these thoughts dear Uriah. The image of the 'dark bars' and parking lots in the second verse would make anyone feel as intensely as you describe. Fine penning from a poet at the height of his powers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is excellent. EVERYTHING IS POETRY!