The House Of God. Poem by Anzelyne shideshe
The House Of God.
Together but parallel,
We collide at the crossroads,
Meet at the junctions,
Carefully heading to our known directions,
As water and oil,
Insoluble we are,
May be in a recipe,
Solvent we are,
North,
East,
West,
South,
Our destinations,
To mystery
Only one roof,
Halts many souls,
Parallel or imparallel,
Under a recipe of worship,
Fueled by the Almighty,
The house of God,
Shall always suffice,
Our Puzzles.
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4/26/2024 1:01:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
As water and oil, Insoluble we are, May be in a recipe, Solvent we are, mystery....... God, we human beings.... our relationship with God.... such a fine poem. dear poetess. dev
Thanks for Reading Dev