In the hangover of the dawn late after the sunrise
the breeze silent like it is asleep
like the hush in a toddler’s cradle
quiet is the approaching afternoon
in dwindling faith you return
after the walk in long broken path
where women have wept silent tears
children have carried broken homes
the servants have laid their backs to rest
and the kings have put their sword down
with faith in one fist and peace in another
you knock on my open door
I will fill oh! Beloved I will fill your cup
With old wine from the brown cask
Faith and peace you give me as alms
I sit at your calloused brown feet
Tell me some secrets of this life
lovely...secrets of life...very simple...not as complex as our worldly life
O... very nice piece! ! ! 10..
Life's is a poor shadow, poor player. That struts and frets his hour upon the stage. Then it is heard no more.Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury signifying nothing.....Shakespeare...a good write..............
And how these secrets would be so fascinating. The lead up down the path lead me on a journey to someone who has such depth of wisdom. The journey of life is often difficult, but with the help of another like this, it can make all the difference. Wonderful imagery. 10 Karin Anderson
Agony and Ecstasy For whom love doth shine Are the lesser beings to judge Is it that the piece of the master No one knoweth but qualifieth to discard Nay the piece shall qualify the spectator Yet to be informed of the agony and ecstasy
What else one requires after having Faith n Peace! Simply Beautiful! ! !
wow.... a wonderful poem..... loved it.... carries through with grace, ..... thank you very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
'after the walk in long broken path where women have wept silent tears children have carried broken homes the servants have laid their backs to rest and the kings have put their sword down' Thoughts provoking excellent poem.10+++