Angéline

In the venerable
Chapelle du Quenet
adorned with candles
and with fairy-lights,
she and two other
humans (male) sit
chanting Lokah
samastha sukhino
bhavantu for more
than a dozen minutes,
as a shruti box
drones insinuations
of eternal peace.
The mother of all

grace and benevolence
smiles, we firmly trust,
upon their beautiful
energies and intentions.





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Written on 2025-09-04 at 04:30

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Sometimes the strange synchronicity of things only becomes evident in the thoughts of the reader? Today I also read a poem entitled "To Be A Listening Ear" by Ken D Williams, and it gave me almost the same reaction as did your skilled verse: Both entirely different poems, but I had the same reaction to both in essence. The chanting your protagonists entreated, and the basic truth of Ken's thinking. We need both in this world, the earnest desire for peace and solid actions to prove it. Blessings, Allen
2025-09-04