The Promised Land is anywhere
Good men do not live in fear,
But a liar must take care
Lest the the neighbors idly stare
And suddenly avert the eye
When they see him passing by.
The Promised Land is any place
Where a thought may dwell in peace
In a garden - whether of
The Earth, the soul, or others' love.
When the brain grows calm, and free,
The mind may dwell there peacefully.
The garden gate is open wide:
Any guest may come inside
And see the blossoms there, that weave
Such symphonies - perhaps to leave,
Carrying, in unfettered mind,
Memories of the Promised Land.
2006
A lovely, serene word painting that glows with its own light. Very appealing, Will. Warm regards, Sandra
Mr WILLLLLLLL, a marvelous splendid work, i have come to expect when i see the name WILL BARBER,
Perfect, Will. Embracing, serene, glowing, endowing hope without preaching... the versatility of your pen continues to impress beyond measure. t x
In a garden - whether of The Earth, the soul, or others' love Sign me up... A sweetly flowing dream and hope, this. Esther : ]
The Promised Land is any place Where a thought may dwell in peace In a garden - whether of The Earth, the soul, or others' love. When the brain grows calm, and free, The mind may dwell there peacefully. Thoughts in peace, where they have their own space to grow strong and calm. Thoughts below the waves 'where soft steps make sense'. Those words sound so free... Thanks, Will.
Wow, I really needed this. Stress makes one forget that the gate to the promised land is in your own mind. Hmm, I think I'll take a deep breath.
You paint a very beautiful picture in words here Will, marvelous.-Melvina-
Interesting ending, Will. I suppose even our promised lands can be compromised. Great write! Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WISE WORDS TO HUBLE AT, AND HEED TO...NICE WORK! ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR