A CHURCHA Poem by luaaccording to a buddhistsitting in silence I am
welcomed home to the house of an owner
I do not believe exists yet I am a guest embraced like any other with open arms that hold me with comfort and
tranquillity I am warm under a roof
cold with unanswered prayers empty souls that can’t
let go let go of the deafening hope so strong it could break open the
walls of the house of unspoken faith that
everything will work out a destiny promised to any stranger, guest, resident that walks though these doors © 2019 luaReviews
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Added on May 11, 2017Last Updated on March 16, 2019 |