There have been terrible things done in the name of every religion. Remember a little thing called the Spanish Inquisition? The Crusades? If everyone actually followed the tenets of Christianity and Islam, the world would be a peaceful place. A place of acceptance and love and forgiveness.
I have chosen Kazim Ali as Poet of the Week.
Saint Marty prays and hopes that a little rain falls on the fires burning in the world today.
by: Kazim Ali
With thick strokes of ink the sky fills with rain.
Pretending to run for cover but secretly praying for more rain.
Over the echo of the water, I hear a voice saying my name.
No one in the city moves under the quick sightless rain.
The pages of my notebook soak, then curl. I’ve written:
“Yogis opened their mouths for hours to drink the rain.”
The sky is a bowl of dark water, rinsing your face.
The window trembles; liquid glass could shatter into rain.
I am a dark bowl, waiting to be filled.
If I open my mouth now, I could drown in the rain.
I hurry home as though someone is there waiting for me.The night collapses into your skin. I am the rain.