My hands were sorting the stars in the sky this night
I couldn’t find the one the kings promised you were from
My gold has no value and neither do all the worldly gifts
now that the only gesture you’ve received on this earth was your Bethlehem under rubble
Having trouble believing that you’ll have faith in visiting us again soon
And I fear that you may even have lost your way back to your star
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Parisab (
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Feelings of darkness, yet He still remains the Light of the world, is my belief.
So many clouds today, but thank you O
Any system that waits until it’s too late to reveal its most important Axiom should be held accountable
Most serious and true Bobby!
What a great way of portraying the way of the world today countering what Christianity preaches.
Thank you for your attention…
this is seriously good not only of the moment but for poetry itself .. bravo
This came as a simple and basic monologue, I am so grateful that it caught your attention, Neville…
A cloudy day poem. Not much light shining through and darkness on the horizon. A poem of our times sadly, but written so well.
Thank you for staying with it nevertheless…
You are welcome. Life sadly isn’t all sunshine.
Such powerful poetry dear Parisab. It has so much meaning. Written from a poetic heart.
So glad to find you here and humbled by your poetic comments
I love this. I think you can hurt the reader even more viciously on a spiritual level with a sequel or revision.
Hope that isn't presumptuous, but I love this poem! Well done!
You are most kind for your thoughtful comment and suggestion
Truly beautiful work. A heavy write.
Beautifully written..
Thank you for visiting…
This mysteriously takes me to the Middle East affair for some reason, and it even semi-references a book I read on Israel and the star of David. There's so much in it about losing one's way, and perhaps even a fall from grace... "My hands were sorting the stars in the sky this night" is such a great line, and very relatable... "And I fear that you may even have lost your way back to your star" underpins a lot about an unforgettable history and legion that cannot be forgotten nor ignored, but is sadly lost, along with its innocence.
This is where this piece kept me abducted, vividly so. Unmatched story telling, dear P.
Thank you for your engagement with this poem. Stories ancient and new, holy and literal, have common themes. Impressive interpretation as always, Garth.
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