by Padre Scott West
Sunday, November 07, 2010
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The result of fall for me
Blackness is here;
leaves are fallen;
Walls with motes
sleep is calling
It says; you are wrong, you are nothing
quit bothering the world.
Do not brath it's air
or drink it's water
The grass has died because you walk on it.
Love is not for you, not even to be seen:
Love is for others, no matter how keen:1
Your desires are3 nonsense, just stop
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|Reviewed by Dayvid Graybill
|Fall often brings hopelessness to the surface. But love is here! Love is there! We may just have to look a bit more intently for it, but it is all around. Reach out and get some! Very heartfelt poetry Scott!
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|You beat yourself up again, Monsignor, and while I'm a strong advocate of emotional honesty I feel you need to see your worth more, and you DO have worth, and appreciate and treasure it.
|Reviewed by Chip Bergeron
Sounds like something I just went through. I could tell you "This too shall pass" but from your vantage point that's hard to see. Hang in there and be strong...