Open Poetry #22 |
A Lamb's Fleece.... |
Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Written, engraved, ingrained, a stone epitaph crying the tear of eternity. Memories of stark remember, a moment when souls were shaken and touched by time’s merciless progression. Even for those where time has only trod ever lightly, gently, slightly upon a small soul. Come, walk this path my child. Let my hands hold the tremble of your heart. Guided by wisdom, by compassion born of feelings from yet other years, where time walked gingerly. Lambs, small and frail, whitest wool still growing daily in wait of the moment of shearing, when the lamb becomes more than just a child. Shear not the lamb yet still a child. Allow the fleece to flourish and grow. And till the wool does come to bear, stroke the arch of back, the tip of smile, and let the lamb become yet more than just a lamb, a newborn child.... Below the stone of granite grey, lies a lamb taken suddenly from... Lies a mind yet running free, running wild....Lies the soul of yet..... another child.... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Magnus, Good thoughts, good write, good read. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Thanx Sy....I cannot say exactly where I was heading when I decided to write this poem, but must have been into blindness or some other place.... |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This poor poem sounds so lost, and as a mother, I would gather it in... but the wisp of it fails to allow me to grasp it close... a tender piece, this... |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
"Shear not the lamb yet still a child. Allow the fleece to flourish and grow. And till the wool does come to bear, stroke the arch of back, the tip of smile, and let the lamb become yet more than just a lamb, a newborn child...." (BIG HUGGGSSSSSSS) Oh Barry, I think this is your best poem yet to me, this had me thinking of Jesus and how with the power of penitence He will groom all us sheep in the sheepcote of life of dirt and help us to maintain our white coats as it is up to us to remian purified as possible! (sigh) May we always softly care for the sheep, that innocent child in our hearts and let that loving spirit guide us everywhere, amen, God Bless You, I'm adding this to my library, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Barry, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
A sadly comforting write, Barry. ~ hugs from a chipmunk Lyra |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Barry "Below the stone of granite grey, lies a lamb taken suddenly from... Lies a mind yet running free, running wild....Lies the soul of yet..... another child...." You must know how this touched me today, as I was traveling in backward, cleaning out yesterday when stoped by a child's hand. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Barry, this poem is in need of a big... (((HUG))) Tis a beautiful write. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Martie.... OH gosh, I forgot about your child that you had lost....and the memories that this write obviously stirred somewhat... I was compelled to write this after all of the children that have been missing recently... That...and all of the incidents of sexual abuse of children within the Clergy.... This was also about allowing them to grow, to become the child that they should be... about respecting them, their needs...and about my granddaughter Nikki as well.... So, this touched a lot of thoughts when I wrote it...bringing out my own emotions as well.... HUGS, big big HUGS.... Barry |
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