Unseeking Seeker Poet Rubaiyat

Here now this morn

torn apart and put back again
we metamorphose without strain
a path we walk in solitude 
where bliss falls on us like light rain

having been by God’s grace imbued
dwelling mostly in quietude
we view earth life as but a dream
nothing more than an interlude

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Valsa George June 25, 2026 at 8:50 PM Yes, earthly life is just an interlude and man is but a sojourner here to return to a permanent celestial abode elsewhere. When in solitude imbued with God's grace, we become aware of such perennial truths. Beautiful, thought provoking poem, dear Seeker friend. Unseeking Seeker June 25, 2026 at 11:53 PM Thank you, Valsa dear, God bless