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Pastimes : Calling all SI Poets -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Ga Bard who wrote (1496)	4/12/1998 5:34:00 PM
From: beachbum	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 2095

By a ten year old grandson: A Poem A poem should be mysterious like the man who always comes at the same time during lunch, and always calls on the same phone... And, silent like deep space..... But, most of all, a poem should be as wordless As a star blowing up! Elliott Fraser submitted by: beachbum

To: Ga Bard who wrote (1496)	4/12/1998 11:48:00 PM
From: Graystone	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 2095

The Angel of Tolerance Reprinted without permission from The Angels of the Earth by Wilson Macdonald The Angel of Tolerance The Angel of Tolerance led me to a house which had many doors, and at each portal stood a man who shouted to everyone who passed : "This is the only door through which you can enter the Kingdom of God." So I passed through this portal and found a great number of people in a vast room on whose walls were crosses and scripts and edicts and creeds, but there was no evidence anywhere of the Kingdom of God, for in that Kingdom there are neither rich nor poor, nor hatred, nor jealousy, nor avarice; yet all of these evils were here. So I went from the Great House and entered the second door, being assured by another doorman that only inside this room could be found the Kingdom of God. But within it I saw neither the face of God, nor felt the love of God, so I knew that his Kingdom was not there. The I entered the third door and the fourth door, and I continued my pilgrimage of entrances until I had reached ninety nine rooms, but not in any one of them did I find that Kingdom which I sought. Yet the guard at each entrance had insisted : "Within this room alone shall ye find the Kingdom of God. So I came to the last door and before it was a man who was silent. To him I said : "I am looking for the Kingdom of God." "It is not a hard place to find", answered this man in a voice that was strangely musical: "Enter at this door or any other door of this building and you will behold the Kingdom of God, but not unless you come through these portals with the Kingdom of God in your own heart." "Many people have never entered any door of this House of Religions, and yet know the Kingdom of God. It was a carpenter from Nazareth who said long ago : "The Kingdom of God is within you." Then the Angel said sadly: "The Kingdom of God is hardest to find in those churches which claim that their doors are the only entrances to Heaven."