The Echoes Of The Rain Stones Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan
The Echoes Of The Rain Stones
The autumn birds have disappeared
at the touch of rain, bullets geared
but we are at least very wise
we are constantly in disguise
honest diligent people we know have a very early rise
they are not in disguise
will this be very wise?
the bullets we hear so very close
these small round very dangerous stones,
think of the old people
they are oft home alone
praying is my most powerful weapon
for them to be shielded upon
the most dangerous attack
of the new madman goes on and on
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Comfort of prayer in the wake of horror, so beautifully illustrated. It's a very profound and meaningful poem I must say Sylvia.
Mam, your last stanza indicates the most pertinent method, is prayer. Great thinking revered Mam.
Thank you so much, Dr. Dash, your response I always appreciated very well.
shelter the hearts that are hurting and suffering so! .. Ever so heart moving and powerfully expressed! ..
The power of heart in Prayer! .. An ever so meaningful poem as we all look to God to end the cruelty and
Congratulations dear Sylvia! ! ! Today this poem is ranked #38 in the list of 100 Best Poems of Members, featured on PoemHunter. Truly, you deserve the recognition, Dear Poet
Hi Sylvia, this beautiful poem is ranked #46 among the 100 "BEST POEMS OF MEMBERS" featured on PoemHunter today. Congratulations.
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 10:21:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
If we look back we would find many a mad men who held the entire world to ransom. But, like Hitler, their place is in the waste bin of history.
You are so right, dear Unnikrishnan, absolutely in the waste bin of history, but this history is at the moment still a story of every day, Ido hope this will be soon history. In gratitude, Sylvia