shoo away those birds that nest on your balcony,
watch them fly into the foggy morning,
for someone wrote a story of eternal damnation,
to keep us miserable and scared,
but implosions of hate and jealousy,
beget explosions,
creating breath, hope and change,
so swat away those fears,
and fly into the foggy morning.
7 comments:
fly H.P. fly
~robert
The perfect Sunday poem!
This got me thinkin'!! This got me thinkin' a second time!! You're right.
Jump through that fog of religion to faith.
Fair points H.P.
Sometimes even a Tired Monk needs a slap upside the head.
yeah, who wrote that *%&^#@ story anyway?
Nice!
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