Sonnet

God does not have favourites.
But anyone of any nationality is acceptable to Him.
Love is the wind of dancing kites.
It flows from Him, to us, and to others according to His whim.

I dreamt last night I was in Poland in the war.
Witnessing in vivid detail untold brutality.
It clearly brought home the evil that we must not ignore.
Of a bullying cruel fascistic mentality.

You have to love one another.
Love has an eternal source.
Because binding us all in spiritual tether.
Love has only an ever onward course.

So last night before I put down that book on Poland’s history.
I was being taken along the path of sublime mystery.

Haiku

Love one another
Easy to say hard to do
But it is the truth