How can I ignore each soul
That holds inherent eternity
Potential of the highest call
Or despair of deepest grief
A cosmic reality that stretches
As deepest calling unto deep
And yet I complain
About my burnt toast
And my sore throat
And my ink that runs dry
Like paper-thin gauze that covers
Stuck taut across my cheeks
Pin hole light, dampened breath
And limited oxygen supplies
Gasping for air-not-of-this-world
Tired recognition of compromise
And I find no words
And my throat hurts
And I'm late for work
And the pen has run dry
Lord, please be my centre
And may Your kingdom come
Let this reality's duality
Unveil before my eyes,
To confront my gaze - my heart
And to sear again my mind
And You give the words
And You shine Your light
Although my throat is hurting
And the toast is burnt
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The one almost non-existant problem is in the third stanza where I am not sure what image you want me to look at. You have paper-thin, pin-hole and air not of this world and those are three concepts that my readerly instincts do not know how to connect. It's barely noticable, but I offer it to you anyways.
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I can't let go.
Of what is grafted to my skin.
But I love this poem (and the quote) because the perspective is so beautiful. And I guess I have nothing more to say.
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Love is the movement. [link] To Write Love on Her Arms
"But yield who will to their separation, my object in living is to unite." ~Robert Frost
My God is faithful!!
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'He knows repentance is not what we do in order to earn forgiveness; it is what we do because we have been forgiven.' Brennan Manning
Thanks so much for your kindness and for reading. God bless
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'He knows repentance is not what we do in order to earn forgiveness; it is what we do because we have been forgiven.' Brennan Manning
"The mark of a true writer is not that they are more easily inspired, but that they can take that intangible inspiration and put it in such a concrete form."
As I said, it's hardly noticable, but should you feel like working on it, it would fill me with joy to read any future drafts. You have talent.
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I can't let go.
Of what is grafted to my skin.
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Love is the movement. [link] To Write Love on Her Arms
"But yield who will to their separation, my object in living is to unite." ~Robert Frost
My God is faithful!!
It's a dear reminder, too, on a spiritual level, of what we should be focused on; not petty things that are mortal and timely, but the immortal and higher calling of what He has called us to do, say, think and feel in everything we do and everyday we awake.
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"The term is over; the holidays have begun. The dream has ended; this is the morning."
- C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle
Your duality is tangible and I want to cuddle it forever.
The title is addictive, and if this was a song...with a cello... I would purchase it like falling blossums. That analogy makes no sense.
If this comes out of writers block I want to see you when you're on a roll o.o No wonder Alpha Bee likes you.
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Lepers have more fun!
cellos and falling blossoms.. very asian garden-esque analogy. need to get me some of those.
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'He knows repentance is not what we do in order to earn forgiveness; it is what we do because we have been forgiven.' Brennan Manning
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