! In The Spirit Of Rumi 4 Poem by Michael Shepherd
! In The Spirit Of Rumi 4
Rating: ★1.6
In the war-torn city, O My dearest one,
I hear a voice,
louder than the gunfire,
louder than the bombs
calling to Me; it is
a man who kneels in prayer
he does not name his nationality,
he does not name his faith,
he does not name Me as his god
how clear his voice is
as he calls to me
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: city,faith
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