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neal, once again you well represent the vulnerable and caring heart. here your reaching out reminds me of passages from american bard walt whitman in his song of myself. the barbs and spears brings to mind the slings and arrows of hamlet's anguished soliloquy. i understand that it is meant to convey to us as a priority that forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us is one of the few requests in the one prayer that jesus taught us to pray. with you in our common humanity, glen p.s. have i mentioned my poems listening to genius loves company or another glimpse of whitman as calls for us divivded americans to come together? -g

Loving this one Seamus, the visuals within your words are superb. I got drawn right into it, as your words and pictures swirled around me head with each line. I say it again loved it and off to my fav list. Annette.

I choose all, my hands which are just caressed by words as gentle as snow and my soul with remnant enough are waiting for them to fall, the forgiveness and love from the other shore, yet i am standing still and asking for more, more poems from your peace-loving soul.

Seamus, This Is Such A Ever So Deeply Beautiful Poem! ! ! ! ! May (Your) Paths Always Be Bright! ! ! ! ! , , , , , May Your Journeys Always Bring You Much Joy And Light! ! ! ! ! Many Many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ++++++ Thank You So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! !

A fascinating poem, Seamus. It seems too deep for me to fully understand it. Maybe I'm just not awake yet. I'll try it again later.