Drowning Or Sailing Still? Comments

Ups and downs, highs and lows with the storms and the calmness of nature. The sea holds many answers for me. This is a great write that certainly inspires thought. Thank you

But there is a sea of violent reality waiting for you friends, And will you still float on its waters to laugh at me? - - - - - - - - - Magnetic lines!

Your concerns are well expressed in the poem. I started my comment with what Valsa George quoted in her comment. I felt it was coincidence and removed the two lines to avoid repetition. Poem of great depth. Thank you.

Amazing poem. Many captivating lines which draws ones attention. I too agree with Valsa's comment. Hero of the poem will not drop in. I liked the line...Even as the bed-ridden planet spins on its orbit of disaster. Very true said, Sea is waiting violently for each of us..But there is no choice left to us, other than sailing and moving ahead, knowingly into the disaster. Many captivating lines, which I am reading for the first time. Loved reading each lines. Beautifully presented.

Whenever we discuss things seriously haunting human beings you all refer to small and tiny brains to escalate the matter to an unknown hopelessness of situation and a stage of no clarity and I am dumb now..... Be sailing Valsa madam.... be sailing Rachel... Bone voyage,

............an amazing write with a lot of deep thoughts to ponder....I am with valsa, .......if we live through eternity.... our tiny brains will never understand the mysteries of our creator.....or even the mystery of life....so let's keep on sailing.....enjoyed this write...

The god with a flute on the mouth was my fascination in childhood And the crucified Jesus was my asylum, I judged later Then began the storm of exploration and reason ransacking my innocence And I saw the blue god fading and the saviour hiding behind the time With no answer to the right question being ever given by any, , , , the poem has some of the beautiful lines you would ever read, , , ,

Intense pain is brewing in the depths of my mind, you know Even as the bed-ridden planet spins on its orbit of disaster. But your hero of the poem does not drop in ever! We cannot expect the hero to drop in each time, when man makes a mistake! When you doubt if the mistakes are man made or God made, there is no point in my conteding with you....! I must admit that this is a wonderful write... I like the expression 'the bed ridden planet'! 'Then began the storm of exploration and reason ransacking my innocence And I saw the blue god fading and the saviour hiding behind the time' When we try to fit in a bigger vessel, within a smaller one, this happens! We cannot confine God who is infinite within our small brain or limited reason! Any way a 10 for this deep write!

Excellent! My goodness this was formed wonderfully. The depth of your words is incredible. Good write!