Mural and Poem by Dr Abe V Rotor
They come through prism splitting the light of heaven,
In joyful, glorious colors of seven,
Each color the color of life in joy and sorrow,
Today and the promise of tomorrow,
Wheels of fate to wheels of destiny in man’s hand,
They all come down to the faithful in band,
Through time and space on the road of man’s lifetime,
Whether this or another or over the clime.
Old as they may or new, while others are yet to be born,
Their origin is the same – goodness sworn;
Passport to the way beyond this life each one must earn
Above the material, blind faith and yearn.
They come down in gears spinning, large and small
Moving constantly bouncing like a ball,
The essence of competition, the essence of oneness,
How one plays in compassion and goodness.
Claim for heaven alone by the book and tongue is falsehood,
Veering from the chain peace and unity should;
Poor orphan of humanity, the very core of faith,
Forlorn, and man returns to his own fate.
But where is heaven, what is the afterlife, ask the people,
As they look at the sky and the totem pole,
And losing faith they break away from the holy bond,
Alas! walk down the road of a vagabond.
They pray for heaven to come down, out from the blue,
The long Promise to billions waiting to be true,
Where the discs as one on some fertile ground must grow
Into one Eden arched by the rainbow. ~
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