Spiritual and Inspirational poetry that touch the heart and soul, and provoke the mind.
I think you can tell saints,
not by their miracles and thin faces,
but by their smiles.
St. Francis, I think, grinned
from ear to ear
at a sunbeam or a tree-frog,
at a child or a pope.
The Buddha smiles
and is smiling still
from Katmandu to Riverside Drive.
The whales smile
beaming serenity in man-made charnel seas,
diving and dancing around our bloody factory ships,
singing their mantras while we dissect their stolen children,
living and loving gently through our poisons, wastes, and wars;
imprisoned, patiently playing our games;
never repaying us in kind.
They are finally winning us over.
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