|Reviewed by jude forese
|life should be a preparation for death as soon as we are born ... excellent thoughts ...|
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|Your poems are always so thought provoking! I love that about them...
|Reviewed by Bernice Angoh
|Mind blowing, your words always, always blow me away!|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|We all should be preparing, no doubt! Very uplifting and eyeopening poem ET,
I send you peace, love, and light,
|Reviewed by Bonnie May
|You are truly speical and its not an illusion. You will no need to have illusions for you have the reality of him. Sometimes as poets we can't help where our minds take us. Lovely write. Love, bonnie|
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Illusions, deceptions. They taunt the mind with promises unable to be realized. Frivolities of the worst kind. May peace be always with you. JMW|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
Makes one wonder why we are all not preparing for that day. Only in His Mercy can we rely. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Nicely done . . . First two-thirds of this searching poem deals with humans insecurities and the last third allows same humans a way to be stronger and more positive . . .|
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|Well Eileen we all take our turns going through this and I believe it is normal, in the end I believe God is happy if we have been the best we can be. Thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|I think we all go through this and have these feelings from time to time. Excellent thoughts to ponder, Eileen.|
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|O happy day when we find ourselves in God's favor and grace.|
|Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks
|Don't we all suffer from these 'wasteful illusions' at one time or another? Oftime our pain(s) leave us vulnerable to them. Yet, He knows our imperfections; it is from Him we ask forgiveness. Especially beautiful are the last two stanzas.
Blessings and Love, Friend ~~ Micke
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|My grandson Matt's rock band is called Illusions!! He does work hard with his band and loves that lifestyle. More power to him, I went to his Mother's and he was beating on the drums in the basement. The neighbors in the next town house don't even complain. It sounded like a rumbling train going by even worse. It's his thing now though.|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Because life and all its problems do everything to cloud the vision - a thought provoking question and reminder. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|We all do the wasteful thing..
Happy days ahead someday?
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|Wandering, meandering mind. I like the way you chide yourself for the time you can spend in illusions and fantasy. but don't be too hard on yourself. I related to this poem well. great write. Liz|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Each and everyday you are preparing for that day, whether realised or not...ed|