Among cactuses thorny,
Stand stiff in many,
In a ruthless desert wood,
I try to grow sandalwood!
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was going thro' an article by one Kristen on miracles... Thus what you need are intervals each day in which the learning of the world becomes a transitory phase; a prison house from which you go into the sunlight and forget the darkness. Here you understand the Word, the Name Which God has given you; the One Identity Which all things share; the one acknowledgment of what is true. And then step back to darkness, not because you think it real, but only to proclaim its unreality in terms which still have meaning in the world which darkness rules. your poem stands evidence to those lines of Kristen...your pen is a great one which never pours ink but the faith driven love for the one without a second
wow very metaphorical cactus, deserts and sandalwood good write.......
growing sndal wood in the desert where only thorns survive. u express well. u are alwaysvery religios in ur poems. love it.. thank u