WHERE THE FRIEND IS.....

THE HOUSE OF THE FRIEND

It was predawn

Or somewhere in between the two lights

The rider on destiny’s horse asked

“Where is the house of the friend?”

Skies paused a moment;

As the passerby answered thusly

Whilst giving the spark of light upon his lips

to the darkness.

Pointing to the source of the white light dawning

He said;

“Just before you reach that tree

Look for a narrow garden way

greener than God’s dreams

Where love is the color of the feathers

upon the bird of truth and sincerity.

Go further yet to the end of that garden walk

It comes out on the other side of maturity.

Turn then to the flower of loneliness just ahead.

Two steps before you reach that flower

There with its majesty

is the fountain of the wisdom of all ages.

A clear and colorless fear overtakes you then

And in the innocent grace of that moment in space

You will hear a crackling sound

Turn and you will see a child

Who has climbed the highest pine tree there

To reach the nest of the light’s infancy

Perchance to get a ray of his own.

Ask him;

Ask him where is the house of the friend?

A translated poem for MOVA!



ONLY GOD ALWAYS GOD ALL GOD ALONE GOD ONLY