In the street outside the window
a beautiful young maiden passes;
only her eyes, looking straight ahead, demurely down,
are to be seen of her, above her veil, below her headscarf; and yet –
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This is such a profound write Michael, a superb piece of writing, so beautiful to find. Top marks and a medal of excellence for this one. Loved it! ! love Ernestine XXX
This 'perfect' poem has been plucked from that place which is all love. I find your description of prayer very appealing, Michael because it leaves the one who prayers neither less nor greater than the one to whom the prayer is offered. Reassuring words from a beautiful soul. love, Allie xxxx
Youur words are pure love....thus a pure prayer. And the words that pour out from us are nothing but His words.Our pens are dry and He fills it with His love and wills it to write. Love...TO
'They ask you about Me... I am very close to them I respond to their calls... If (when) they call on Me' Prayer is indeed an ongoing love dialogue. This reflection on Rumi has evoked many thoughts and protected me from doubts and fears. Thank you Michael.