the only scriptures
i want to read,
are the life stories
of the oppressed and downtrodden.
the only prayers
i know to be real,
are their unspoken needs,
their desire to be free.
the only church
that i belong to,
their homes, their shelters,
their grimy neighborhoods.
the only image of god
that i want to see,
the humanity in their faces,
the injustices falling in their tears.
and equality,
the only walk...
the path, the destiny,
of the human heart!
A great poem, the real people of this world are the ones we should read, we know what lifes about. A great write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem...... Where else does God reside than among our own fellow men? ? A powerful write ! !