Thursday, February 23, 2006

Poem: Holy Land

Hidden faces, hidden lives
Open spaces, step inside.

Crushed within the ancient walls
Sand and mist, and sellers calls

Smells of bakers hot, fresh bread
Of looming white walls, not said

Hidden secrets among the tombs
twisting passages, temples loom

The holy plateau stands open, restless
A vulnerable meeting of faiths, confess


At 2:45 AM, Blogger kevin beck said...

Beautiful. Thank you.

At 8:20 PM, Blogger Jem said...

Enjoyed the way you capture aspects of the spaces in such a few short stanzas. Thanks for posting it.


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