Sunday, September 7, 2008

Saint Francis - The Poor Man Of God Comments

Rating: 3.8

I have thrown my silken sorts in the streets,
thus I’m accursed by my parents and friends.
I wish I was a straw of the manger to warm Him,
a tree bowing in front of Him as a fourth King,
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Joseph S. Josephides
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Ashley Mccutcheon 27 September 2008

beautiful and touching

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Cathleen Hodgkinson 23 September 2008

Thank you Joseph, this poems shines a brighter light pertaining to clearer perspective...a beautiful write...10/10

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Ershad Mazumder 22 September 2008

Yes, this is the poem I am looking for. Thanks dear Joseph.

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Gargi Saha 22 September 2008

there's much in depth meaning in the poem best wishes.................... keep on writing.

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Christine Natale 22 September 2008

It is easy to see how difficult it is to write poetry in English when it is not one's first language. Nevertheless, the imagery and meaning of this Franciscan ode both come through very well. Lovely.

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