|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|Beautiful... elegant, poetic, and simply beautiful.
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|"I've asked myself in wonder
Why it's then, in pain I pray
When burdens push me under
To God...I've much.... to say"
Love & Hugs To U
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Inspirational work, Anita
|Reviewed by blue soplain
|beauty in the breaking~
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|A beautiful photograph that one good stare and dwell upon and your poem so spiritually driven...
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|I am the spirit I chose to be
As we all truly are, Queenie.
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Only the other day I was asking why so many never go to their knees, but prefer to stand or just sit. The lower one goes the higher one goes.... Kinda like the benedictine monks ladder...|
|Reviewed by Charlie
|Interesting, isn't it? --How you soar to such great heights down on your knees... --Charlie|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Splendid inspiring work Anita! I really felt the power of your faith in truth and gratefulness for pushing you to your knees! You always stir the senses!
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|i enjoyed the opening lines the most: I have no fate, only consequence
Yet I fear they are one and the same
|Reviewed by Kathy Armijo
|In all occurances, He is there. The beauty of this speaks about the strength of your faith and trust in Him. I, too, share this belief and thank you for your heartfelt and loving expression.
God bless you. Kathy
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Well done and a well timed piece with the holiest of seasons upon us, for even though I am agnostic, I still believe in a higher power and this time of year always makes me feel closer to that power source.
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Totally brilliant in both execution and concept. As always, flows effortlessly and the tone is beautifully reverential and hushed. Oozes emotion and sincerity, too. I truly believe there is a power-dynamic that is activated when we actually ARTICULATE our words to God instead of just thinking them. Love the lines: "Resisting the crush, bent me free To my knees where I was I blessed". Such a mysterious crushing that brings relief. Gorgeous as are all your works, Anita. Love, Kate xx
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Oh, I like this. I like the rawness of it . . . No sugar-coated candy or cinnamon-flavored poison to drink . . . Just the conversation and the realization that pain and suffering is a blessing in some ways . . . And when the burden seems to be much too great . . . A blessing is bestowed . . . which by its very nature makes you want to one-on-one with God . . . Great stuff!!!!!|
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|There is something to be said about giving thanks in all things, good or bad, that goes beyond the understanding of many. Most truly do cry out to God when the pressures of life weigh heavy upon them. Sadly, though, when life is sweet and trouble free, many forget. A superb insight Anita beautifully done!
Light and Wisdom ...
|Reviewed by Lew Duffey
|The cry of many. We all have those depressing times. If not for them too many of us would never call upon God at all. He knows what we have need of.
This was a well written piece.