By John Herlihy
A Field Most Rare Beyond the rim of the horizon lies a field, We can enter thru a back door: thru prayer. On certain days of our lives, we need a shield, A safe place to go, no one else to meet there. Beyond the relativity of the world, a paradise, With differences, hardship, strife put to rest. Released finally from the scourge of life’s vice, An unknown land made available as blessed. Beyond all the confusion of right and wrong, Beyond all the differences that keep us apart. A place where bird melodies become our song, Two persons now bound together as one heart. Beyond the rim of the world a field most rare, A place to settle differences, I’ll meet you there.
John Herlihy has published 20 collections of essays and poetry, including a book of sonnets entitled Simply Sonnets. Retired now, he lives and continues to write poetry in Miami, Florida.
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