Monday, December 30, 2013

An Interfaith Poem in Progress


I am a fragile path of artifacts:
a lead Buddha facing Mecca,
an iron cast Vishnu, four arms
pointing towards the Middle East,
a Christ, eyes closed. 
The ground is grass and tender. 
Step lightly, oh Lord. 
Leave no holes,
but leave me not alone.  

Katherine Gotthardt
Copyright December
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