The Haunts of God

Some places on Earth are equal to all.

Enter, and for a few moments

Religion has no meaning.

All is calm,

Peace floats in the breathing air.

Gilded walls or oil-soot layered caves

Don’t matter.

The ground’s been hallowed by faith;

They are the haunts of God.

 

© Sumita Dutta, January 2015

© Shoam 2020
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