Having a diamond in your hand
Does it matter if people say
It’s nothing but a piece of coal
Having a piece of coal in your hand
Does it matter if people say
What an astonishing diamond
Sweet scented words
Whispered in your ear
Which don’t mean anything
To anybody. . . But you
Wise teachers taught
Angels came
Angels gone
Angels will be back soon
* * * * *
More secrets!
What secrets are you talking about?
I don’t understand
What diamonds and coals?
Who is whispering what?
Who are those who came and gone?
You are making no sense
At all
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Shshsh… such secrets are fragile
Delicate . . . frail
The closer you are
The more illusive they become
The moment you touch
The moment you lose
A rainbow bubble
You look at with awe and fascination
Lured to touch
Tempted to hold
You want to get inside
And float around
Tour the world… show the world
Tell the world
But
The moment you touch
The moment you lose
Such secrets are better kept
Hush-hush
Better to stay away
Not say a word
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Poetry for Palestine 
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