3 a.m. in the dark morning of a dark night;
a kneeling figure;
a single candle flickering on a gleam of gold.
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Dear Michael I was going to respond to you on thre forum, but felt this to be a more personal approach, This above poem has a feeling of respect and purity about it, in short I loved the way that this has been written, it really moved me.... 'now, I seem to have no questions that are relevant, for those I had, seem dry and theoretical, rebounding back on me when aimed at you.. Love duncan X
M, the picture you paint is fascinating, humbling, respectful and rather beautifully (and as Yen says, respectfully... how could it be otherwise...) depicted. On a different note why is NO 33 on the chinese takeaway list called 'monk's vegetables'? (ahem) . t x
I loved the gentleness of this respectful poem (and the title is perfect!) As I am not affiliated with any faith that has monks, they have always seemed mysterious to me. I ask myself, Would I be willing to renounce the things that bring me pleasure for life in a convent? Then I stop to realize that God has asked me to renounce the worthless things of the world, and I have not done so! Thanks, Michael, for this lovely piece!
Love it, but change the title, elaborate on the theme and tease in more readers. They'll thank you. (I only realised at the reprise of the 3 am, that I had assumed it was winter at the start!) Danny
Love your banter with Danny -! ! However the piece introduces us to more and more definitions of love ending as describing love as space-time. What an inovative thought. Peaceful to the limit.