|Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher
|This is a beautiful write, a wonderful reminder that time is running, always, and we better do our best while we can!
|Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK
|Let Your Will Be Done,i.e. I Let My Son Go His Own Way Still Awaiting His Rude Awakening-You Can Bet I Won't Be There To Pick Up Pieces...
My Bastard Father Burnen In Holy Hell,My Son Must Be Taught Has To Learn ( His) Own Lesson...
This Is Great Fathers Day Write Peter...
Tear's For All Those Innocent Little Children Molested,Raped,Maimed,Killed Who Have No Fathers Who Cared About Them_
I TRASK DO CARE ABOUT EVERY ONE OF THEM,i.e. Even Has (God) Doesn't Since He 's No Where To Be Found--(God) Will Find Me With All These Millions Of Destroyed Little Children-NO I CAN'T Be Their Fathers_
I Can I Am Their Greatest Friend In Need-I Am Their Greatest Threat Against Humanity Sickness Its Ills-I Will I Do COLLECT For Each Everyone Of Their Troddened Souls In 10's Millionfold...
(God) Bless Those Fathers Who Care For Their Children...
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Happy Father's Day!
It is the parent thinking about how proud he is of his son, and all the good source come from you and your wife and the One who is above.
You are a master with words! I absolutely adore this piece!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Hope his teeth are good.
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Dear Peter . . .
Time is precious, and especially what we do with it.
Capturing those evanescent moments and fashioning something assimilable that blesses others is one of the mandates of a poet and writer.
You are a giving soul, with deep flowing rivers, and I am one man that is blessed by your life.
|Reviewed by Nicoletta Poulakida (Reader)
|Yes, let your will be done not mine.. probably reveals the true meaning of this poem!|
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|The closer we are to being directors in our lives, the closer we are to our dreams. Teaching children that powerful, compelling goals come true and the world at times seems to be our oyster where we can literally see, smell, taste, and touch success. Knowing what we want in life early on is a reward in itself, Peter.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Very positive message here and a great policy to raise children under.
|Reviewed by Taylor Ryan
|Am I seeing something others have not alluded to Peter? Perhaps I am wrong, but I see a loving metaphor in the comparison of the passage of time, yearning love for another, and the love of a child all in acquiescence to the Divine and his plan. How intrictely intertwined the concepts in the reflection of an afternoon. Love deeply and teach you children well...the rest is up to them...accepting His will!
My wishes for a Happy Father's Day,
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a clear-minded poem of a father's admiration, in his effort to keep the tree straight while allowing it to grow on its own ... i like how you presented this experience ...|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Great write Peter...had to smile thinking about my dental checkup in Bristol when my own child was the dentist and I the patient...weird feeling though!!
|Reviewed by Huda Orfali
|Happy Father's Day partner :)
love and peace
|Reviewed by bluecornflower orangetiger
|excellent write on the acceptance . Mary|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Your fatherly love shines through your verses here, Peter. Thank you for sharing this timely write. Happy Fathers' Day to you and to all the dads out there. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|You are a loving parent with your heart dedicated to your child's health, education and growth. You also take that responsibilty as a right of passahge yourself for many don't. This is the proof that your child's growth is steered in a safe mode until they reach that crossroads where they become responsible.
You're terrific Peter and your offspring are blessed.
|Reviewed by Crystal Silver Angel (Reader)
|(((( Peter )))
what a tribute that is ever surrendering to the goodness and mercy above and here in the hearts we adore. I have a motto, live life to the extreme fullness, never missing the treasure that is within us, always holding, cherishing second by second. Praise our Creator and praise others.. Always give your self strength by living life to it’s best and always honoring every single second. A second is precious, a second will be even more precious when we keep opening, expanding our awareness to all that life truly has to offer us. Yes, I realize we still have to adapt to the carnal, yet we can still open our awareness to the knowledge of the hidden knowledge and praise of the Divine one. This touched me so powerfully. Your heart is so golden and your devotion to the hearts of many is so precious… When we have life opened to greatness, it is because we are understanding our awareness of love, for we are made in love..Thank you Peter for this touching poem..
Peace & Love,
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Beautiful, beautiful write, Peter. Happy Father's Day!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Paul Williams
|Pride and love eminate from this wonderful piece with the glow of creation. Superb!
|Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia
|Dear sweet & gentle man, you have already blessed your three sons, Peter...by being a splendid, loving Dad! And by teaching them Who, your Source really is. Now, just wait...until all those seeds of love you have planted along the way, return, in the form of your first grandchild - and you can actually HOLD, what you have given: To God be the Glory, forever and ever, Amen! love & prayers, Peter, and a HAPPY FATHER'S DAY! ~ rhonda|
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Mature thoughts. Be proud..|
|Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*®
Our hearts are filled with peace when our will is in harmony with the will of our Creator.
Love & Light,
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Touching and love-inspired poetry.|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|as you relish in the knowledge you taught them well
everlasting values that will stand them in good stead
A truly marvelous accomplishment, Peter, and something to be quite proud of.
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Let Your will be done not mine, words to live by.|