Oh God
you conceived this whole cosmos
and this whole globe does not
pronounce one single language
and most of the creation
do not utter any dialect
precisely, these trees, those rivers
that sun, this moon
yet, they all interact with you
on daily basis even
without comprehending any phrasing
the same hypothesis alludes
with our affinity
when you answer all my, those prayers
which I have yet to compose
Oh God...
Author notes
5. "When I pray, I don't say anything; I just listens. God doesn't say anything, either; he just listens. And if you don't understand that, I can't explain it to you." --Mother Theresa
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A contest entry
- PIF Quote Options Contest by Aerden.
900 points, ended June 14, 2008, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wonderful poem my friend. Maybe someday we will be able to understand the whistling of the wind and the rushing of the seas, the rustle of the leaves, the drifting of the sand. Until we are able to understand their language we won't know what they say. But I believe it is all praise to God our maker and our creator. Congratulations on the Silver trophy.
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THE IMAGERY THE PICTURE
your write up is so soothing to the picture chosen. love the link with the note left behind.
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Very Nice!
Some say that God does not hear our words, but our desires and emotions. But I think you are hinting at deeper kind of prayer here … one of true communion.
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Yes, not possessing one single language but all
connecting and interacting
and even across oceans we can reach out
Much love
Lib
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great write
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Beautifully ritten poem! My thoughts excactly!
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Beautiful!
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Your poem hits the spot today, I had such an experence with God. Thank you for sharing so much wisdom
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Half prayer, half poem... it flows with heartfelt honesty and beauty... Well done...
Ken
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My reading of this beautiful poem, please forgive any error on my part:
Oh' Truth
All is from the Truth
In which nothing speaks from itself independently.
It is the Truth, which speaks in all things of creation,
with perfect speaking, in the forms which appear accordingly.
(whereas mankind's speech is coloured with imperfection)
All is perfectly according to its own nature, received from the Compassionate Truth, and has no knowledge or dealings with anything outside this.
The humankind is not like this, having adopted colourings and imperfections which can be 'cleaned' or reconciled, in our recognition of being within this same order and accepting the invitation to its meaning:
Man is created incomplete in this way, and with such knowledge, it is beholden for him to request his completion.
May we be guided rightly.
This is as read by me, and not to attempt any limitations regarding the poem but to appreciate and hopefully expose more, the beauty I believe it points to.
Such treasure my friend
Sol
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I think we too do this sometimes...interact with the divine without comprehending any 'words'. Another marvelous write of the overarching power of Love. I love the quote you've used here too, St. Theresa of Calcutta. best of luck in the contest. Peace, Rhonda
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