Each One Reach One

The Synoptic Gospel

Each One Reach One

Once I drowned in river of love,

Washing dirty sins away,

Risen by a sticky love,

Drying every single way.

Once I bought a price of love,

Counting all my sins away,

Filled and fed with immortal love,

Gazing at the milky way.

Once I have the river of love,

Sweeping off the hates alway,

If each one reached out to one,

Then the love is here to stay.

Homason.

Author's Note

No fewer words than when each of us could reach out to someone, then our respective religions will become practicable and effective. Love will not border to stay.

Reviews

[ReedWrite]

What a beautiful concept.
It would only take each one of us...reaching out to one other person in love...and we could change the world. The underlying theme of all religion is love...and yet we do not practice that love. Your poem is beautiful and very wise.

[Nessly]

There's something sweet about this piece. Nice write. (Should "alway" in line 2 of the last stanza be "always" or "away"?)