I brought a flower to him.
The wise old man shook his head.
Child, he said
I made the trees and the flowers;
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Give me something that I do not have, That I cannot create myself: Your love, your faith, your sincerity. I want the flowers of your heart. Wonderful poem that captures the heart with faith and love.......10
Knocking at your door like a mendicant! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
For these I come again and again Knocking at your door like a mendicant Accepting tortures and insults And welcoming the crown of thorns. For these in my lone and scented Places I cry in silence. sincereity, love, flower of the heart..... the Almighty, resounding nature of Jesus Christ..... thank you for this thought provoking poem. tony
Thank you so much for the comments. I also got your request to read your writing. I certainly will do.last week I commented on your poem..if you die before me and gave it 10. I like the great sense of love in it. Mhabeer Beeharry
Sir I have expressed my views too in Creator's Laughter...please do go through it too sir.Thank you for all your blessings sir.
Beautiful lines sir, but I know I am not that experienced to comment on your works sir. But still its a joy reading...thanks for the thought shared sir. Pleae do read my Love, A mind opener through a woman's heart. thank you sir.
Wonderful tribute to the almighty with the lovely line'I want the flowers of your heart.' Wisdom flows from the pen very uplifting indeed...regards
I see what you mean. In my understanding when we give our will to God, that is what we should do, because anyway that happens what has to happen if we gripe or not, only if we are against something, we suffer. If we go along with ease., we are happy forever.
This poem seems to have Godly feeling about it, I enjoyed the read! Blessings! ! !
For these I come again and again. ...in my lone...and scented places I cry. I have felt this way at times. Your poem goes to my heart. ten of ten beautiful verse
Knocking at your door like a mendicant Accepting tortures and insults And welcoming the crown of thorns. For these in my lone and scented Places I cry in silence. I want the flowers of your heart........ lovely. tony