Eight long years my spirit has been flamed
To understand, to know. I've blamed
The gods, whatever they may be, for such
Demands upon my time. I asked they touch
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Lynn, i especially enjoyed reading: Thy way is not a freeway eight lanes wide; 'Tis but a path with naught a soul beside.'.... ....AND all the rest of the poem. another masterpiece of the English language! ! ! :) but didn't you, like me/I learn to capitalize Heaven? ? maybe we grew up in different churches. (cont.)
(cont.) ...at first i thought this had something to do with your trials at the 'hands of' cancer. maybe. has it beaten you to a pulp yet, my friend? to MyPoemList. thanks for sharing your thoughts. i LOVE how your sentences flow from line to line...with proper punctuation! ! Best wishes, bri :)