Love is the poetry of life
Gratitude its prose
Kindness the sentences
In patience composed
Prayer is the syntax
As Heaven knows
Be silent then, or
Speak truly
As the moon does
As the river flows
As each breath
Of our life goes
And each day
Of loving kindness
Is better than
The one before
And life itself
Becomes a poem
Until our last breath
And the farther shore
Gratitude its prose
Kindness the sentences
In patience composed
Prayer is the syntax
As Heaven knows
Be silent then, or
Speak truly
As the moon does
As the river flows
As each breath
Of our life goes
And each day
Of loving kindness
Is better than
The one before
And life itself
Becomes a poem
Until our last breath
And the farther shore
O Pilgrim, seek Me not
In the desert places
The ruined hills
The crumbling walls
Of ancient wailing
I am gone from
The city of violence
The streets of fear
The houses of anger
And sorrow
Look, look here!
O Pilgrim
On the Path of Love
Here is the City of David
The Temple of Solomon
Where the seeker dwells
I am
The soul’s delight
Jerusalem
Of the heart
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