conceptually marvelous!

This is a fantastic write, enjoyed every word.

A truely wonderful write!
Birgit and Roger

Brilliant, Eileen. I appreciate your work so much.

Eileen
This is a poignant and bittersweet write, as only you can write from the wells of your love and compassion !
I agree with Sara below, and the premise of your pen, we only honour our heroes when they have perished in the defense of the Homeland, and a prophet is never recognised in his own country...
Superb graphic emphasises the validity of your dream 1
Peter

Eileen,

A fantastic dream and write...and that last line gave me shivers. Powerfully, powerfully done--thank you.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

You have some truly intriguing dreams, Tiger Lily; and this is quite a poem.

"dress our heroes in shrouds" Seems we don't know how to honor them until they are deceased. Well, except for the Michael Jackson fans.

Eileen,

Fantastic write, very well penned and imaged! I am glad your hero is the Risen Saviour; I would rather have Him as my Hero than these plastic people called celebrities that I get so sick of hearing about! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Eileen, your poem is one of great depth. We all have heroes in our lives, yours obviously is the Risen One. The only One who defeated death, hell and the grave. So many people sit around in stagnation without ever considering the faces we see every day who are very much alive but still wrapped in their "grave clothes".

Just now as I am writing this - I recall the miracle recorded in the Gospel of John ( i think ) when our Christ raised Lazarus from the dead - dead four days if I remember correctly - a miracle indeed. But most people stop only there in their remembrance of the story.

They often overlook the fact that after Lazarus had came out of his tomb the command of the Christ to those who witnessed the miracle was "Loose him and let him go."

It was the Messiah's duty to perform the supernatural change from death to life. But it was the people's responsibility to remove the shroud from Lazarus and set him free from the grave clothes that bond him.

You are a wonderful writer Eileen and have a beautiful gift of vision.

Most interesting piece Eileen!!

Happy Easter Sis!!

Love Tinka

A wonderful Write Eileen
Most enjoyable
Loaded with imagery

Love & Peace
William

"Gamut of emotions like blood you can't hide." Love it! Rhyme doesn't always ring my bell, but you aced it. {Double that!) Chose a fascinating graphic that works like a charm. B r a v a !!! 'Pea' <3

I may not understand it totally, but I support your right to write it...Ed

Dreams will always mystify me. I double my friends when I dream of people I've never met. My life is richer because I go where I can't out of my dreams.
I love your poem.
Susan

First off, great write. Even though I'm not spiritual in the way you are, I can certainly relate to your sentiments.

Secondly, about seven years ago my father died. We flew his body to Israel for burial. It was very unlike how they do things here in the U.S. Over there they still bury their dead in the same way they did thousands of years ago.

His body was carried from the a limestone sanctuary that was on the grounds of the cemetary to his plot by...I cannot remember how many men...on a stretcher. There was no coffin. The only covering my father had was a shroud. At the grave his body was slid into the hole, shroud and all. It seemed so right.

At the funeral there were a lot of dignitaries as my dad was quite the hero, with both my parents having been in the Israeli underground, the Irgun, and actually fighting to liberate Israel in 1946-48.

Funerals here in the U.S. are so artificial. Those wooden boxes are so cold. Although in many ways, the American flag that covers soldier's coffins are very much like shrouds, which in a way, may have been your point.

~ Sara