sanctuary (poem) by Jon Michael Willey on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on October 9, 2012

Jon, this was beautiful! My grandpa sat in the kitchen in the mornings and read his Bible. I saw the face of God in him when I looked at him. My grandmother was saved by his walk with the Lord. Oh what a joy it will be when we see them again one day!

Thank you for your example in itself..sanctuary in words for others!

God Bless

In Christ

Teresa Walker

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on October 8, 2012

Beautiful ! I could see what you wrote Jon . you are lucky to still have your mother . Mine died in 2002 and is still greatly missed by all of us...M

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on May 31, 2012

A loving, moving, and meaningful tribute, Jon. Thank you for sharing it, my friend. Love, peace, and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on May 24, 2012

THANK YOU, JON. FOR A MOTHER DOES TRY IN SOME SMALL WAY TO LEAVE BEHIND THE MEMORY OF THOSE THINGS...THAT REALLY MATTER. HOPING THAT ONE DAY OUR CHILDREN WILL REMEMBER THERE IS A PLACE...A 'SANCTUARY'
TO SEEK AFTER. A LOVELY, LOVELY SHARING. THANK YOU. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on May 23, 2012

so visual, so personal, so real, Jon Michael. Yet she remains your sanctuary still, that holy place wherein your soul and her spirit mutually replenish. Having such "influence" one with another is the mark of highest intimacy and nothing can compare to the sense of personal security and identity that brings. Beautiful last line and conclusion that is like an altar. Breathtaking work! xx

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

Reviewed on May 19, 2012

With so many tired and worn out sentiments running a muck, this was truly a breath of fresh air. To read about such a person as if gazing at a fine etched painting is more than rewarding. Thank you. I too attempted to share a different kind of mother as well in "Reality of Mothers." Not easy to escape the long arm of mediocrity, but you did it here.

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on May 18, 2012

Such a beautiful tribute to your very special Mother Jon.

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on May 15, 2012

I can see her John...
I need a tissue now...
Love & Blessings
Vickie

Reviewed by neerja gandhi (Reader)

Reviewed on May 13, 2012

very touching...and am a great fan of Somerset Maugham...i don't know why..but this reminds me of somethings and i feel good,thank you and best wishes..

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on May 13, 2012

Jon, I adore this poem with all of me, every curve and sense is sculptured beautifully...a 'Mom' is just that a Mom...and I love mine with everything I have in me!
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on May 13, 2012

Oh, Jon, I really connected with this! It reminds me of my own also. You have such a brilliant way of reaching the heart!
Blessings,
Chris

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on May 13, 2012

I can picture her clearly. Especially the daily rituals. While my mother read, she was not a reader of great novels like yours. Yours is a uniquely different and wonderful Mother's Day poem. You have gifts of writing you have not yet realized.

Ron

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on May 13, 2012

yes, quite a lovely tribute, Jon ... memories do recapture the life within them ...

unfortunately, the totality of my memories are prenatal, so i am at a loss for the emotional and visual stimuli memories ... though i must admit, the bond is still strong and constantly replenishes her spirit with mine ,,,

...

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on May 13, 2012

I cherish and so relate to your loving
tribute as I am in a silimilar state of
Motherhood...God is in your Soul...Jon

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on May 13, 2012

"...to replenish my soul with her spirit"
reflects the core of the connection,
the mother-son bond and yes, mothers
do wash away our insecurities; no matter
how old and experienced and independent we
like to believe we are they are always
there for us...our comfort

warm, elegantly expressed tribute, Jon, My Friend

john

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on May 12, 2012

None other, than dear old mother, what love, what race could win that mile, bless ya for remembering, Hugs, Jasmin Horst.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on May 12, 2012

As my mother died at an early age (58) I often wonder what she would have been like as she aged and how wonderful it would have been to have her just a little longer. Still, even though she passed on I relied on her to see me through my life and will never forget her. Your write is a wonderful tribute to mothers indeed.

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