Even When I Bleed Profusely… 4.26.2008 Comments

This poem just takes my breath away. Thanks.

Anyone would be lying if they acted so grandiose, as to claim, that they have never experienced, a lack of hope, faith, or even questioning the practical existence of a Good Sepreme Being...as we wake up each morning to another sad myriad of news happenings, that seem like paragons for the nefarious and the macabre, and that would more than validate such human doubt............ The only difference, is that YOU, had the intrepidness to admit to your fears, and put it in writing...and for that alone you are a better person than most...as Genuinity be a virtue of ne plus ultra standing, indeed....I like this piece a lot, Margaret...especially its closing line of elocuted impact... Time, and life is like leasing a care, rather than purchasing it...only with the knowledge that the Dealership without any fore-warning, and whether your lease payments are current or not.... can be re-possess your car on-the-spot...[not an easy thought to have hanging over one's bedposts while they attempt to dream sweetly]....However, (I.M.O.) it is imperative, that we understand that each episode in life, is just another one of millions of pocket sized glossies, that are all piecing together, to create the proverbial BIG PICTURE, of our ultimate destiny.And as mortal beings it is our unvoluntarily created nature to err, fear, anmd, yes display doubt based on some of those glossies we see, and cannot conceive as God-Permitting.Axcellent Write, Margaret...Sorry for my ramble...You'd think i was a writer of some kind, wouldn't ya...lol! ~ FjR ~ ..2008..