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Like a Prayer
« on: April 04, 2019, 07:13:00 pm »
God
Is the moment
When you nearly burst into tears
In the back of a cab
Because you want nothing more
Than to plant a soft kiss
On the cheek of the driver
Who has been through so much
And seen so many things
Lived such a complex life
Of joys and sorrows
Across three countries
And sixty years
And has offered you the barest glimpse
In this short time you have together
It is being completely overwhelmed
With love for a stranger
For just being
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Re: Like a Prayer
« Reply #1 on: April 04, 2019, 10:26:33 pm »
Wow. I like that. That's, all I wanted to say.

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Re: Like a Prayer
« Reply #2 on: April 04, 2019, 10:59:49 pm »
And if God
In all reality
Really is that overwhelming compassion
Really represents that love
And that
Tender
Brief
Kiss
For a person so unlike yourself
That showing them passionate appreciation
For their existence
Feels like a revelation unto itself
A revelation of finally seeing
The beauty
And the pain
And the tumult
Of the life of a fellow human
And that feels like a meager spark
Before the dazzling fireworks
Which set the stage
For the blissful
Odd
And agonizing performance
That we call
Life
And its continuation
And eventual conclusion
If all of that is God
Then what of The Devil?
« Last Edit: April 04, 2019, 11:04:14 pm by Al Qədic »
O, the Frog fell down to Tehran.
To fix the broken hourglass in the sun.
From the gates, to the city, to the market so pretty,
They'd not leave until they were done.

Said the Goddess to the Frog,
"You'd best be moving along."
So sayeth the water, the words of Anahita,
But the Frog just made themselves a bog.

And lo, they said:

"May I have your shoes, miss?
O great Water Goddess,
I've a journey that I need to start."
She responded from her knowing, wise heart.

With this, said the Goddess,
"Go now, take these shoes with."
And covered their webbed feet with glee.
"You'll do good not to disappoint me."

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Re: Like a Prayer
« Reply #3 on: April 05, 2019, 12:47:26 pm »
I love that, QGP -- it reminds me of Rumi and Hafiz