Open Poetry #47 |
A Gust of Wind |
martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
Be still my son Be calm, be kind your measure, your merit, weighed in time... "But how can I rest? Peace, can I find? or fight an enemy that stabs from behind. my enemies are numerous outnumber by nine why must I suffer such torment unkind?" Be calm, relax for treasure that lasts is all in my hands a tethered sail that never slacks your mind is clear, your patience divine your spirit is quiet, your hear my mind |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Great message!! Often times we try too hard to control what is so far out of our control. Not an easy lesson to learn. Always enjoy your writing, Martini man. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Interesting content Kenneth considering your title for this piece. I really like the tie in. Sound advice. Eric |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
...a spiritual dialog. Safety is not always apparent when facing an enemy. The presence of love here in the words is comforting and assuring, when the harsh winds blow. I like this very much! |
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