Kate, your petition of one is consumed with a soul's compassion and I do so respect the commitment. This is prayer, not a poem. And that is of course meant as a very high compliment my dear friend. "we set our candles here, there, adrift on the night" is a passage ever symbolic. Share more of your impassioned prayers with us as you like. May your prayer be answered. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
Candle in the Wind song comes to my mind after reading this beautiful prayer..I have always felt so safe and peaceful when I have a candle burning. Back in the days a candle was left in the window as a token of safe harbor for a loved one's safe return, Leave the light burning, know that I am here awaiting your safe arrival..I have written a few poems as have many about that light that shines light a lighthouse for your loved one..
As always you make everyone think, and feel through your poetry.
I loved the softness and serenity felt while reading this one.
Indeed, life is certainly fragile. The domino effect will soon affect much of europe.
Last-line is rather cryptic and feels out of sync with the poem, to my Pooh brain.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
While Wall Street winks
Glaciers bleed their last
Got my happy pill today
To help forget my past
Patrick
Sheila
As always you make everyone think, and feel through your poetry.
I loved the softness and serenity felt while reading this one.
Much peace, love and candle light,
Amber
Love,
Eileen
Newfie Hugs, Rose
May God always look down on you
Chelsee x
Axilea
Thank you and Blessings,
Christine
I hope you don't mind if I echo Mr. Flanagan: indivudal, unique.
-gene.
One of your deepest and Best. Thank yuu. - Bill
John
Regis
Last-line is rather cryptic and feels out of sync with the poem, to my Pooh brain.
(((HUGS)) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
George