All The Oracles Of God Poem by Angie M..

Early this morning, my eyes stayed watching the Western Wall.

Through times when it was busy, and people passed without a glance, I also saw some who swiftly came and placed their hand in gratitude, then swiftly departed into their late afternoon.

Through times when people sheltered from Jerusalem's cloudy skies...I saw some who gently stepped into their early evening. Their arms then a burrow where they sheltered their face to God alone and knew not of such things around them.

I saw a few who swayed in song that seemed in sync with his neighbor
and those who stayed awhile in their thoughts, through the Lord's,
(sitting on white plastic chairs) with book in hand and heart.

I also saw the visitor in his first, as he stood nervously watching, then slowly made his way to an empty space, and reached for a spot of stone colour instead.



Through their time with god, was my time with God.