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The Inclination (repost)


The Ear of God is inclined unto me--
Expanding all the star-lit heavens,
Extending itself over a darkened earth.

Should sorrow rise upon my every morning
And calamity set itself upon me at all nights' long unrest,
Should the secret places of my wearied soul
Be weighed upon from infancy's innocence
Until my brittled bones are bruised
By all the bearing down,

The Ear of God remains so inclined--
Encompassing my supplications and every cry.
Ever feeling, yet filling not.






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  • Everwind Rising
    August 28, 2008

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    A beautiful and meaningful truth so beautifully and meaningfully written.

    Your words resound with the honey of God's sweet compassion to us, undeserving creation.

    Oh, to know that He is moved by our grief. What is man that Thou are mindful of him?


  • Dalaney gold member
    August 25, 2008
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    oh, what a wonderful poem! It reads like a hymn. Love, Lane


  • CitrineSunrise silver member
    August 24, 2008

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    The anthropomorphization (whew!!) of a caring Father who hears our supplications works so well in this short verse. It also serves as the perfect metaphor for a Being who is everywhere. I know your spiritual nature aids you in your poetry, and I love the unique way you use God in your words. I am always touched by your vision.


  • maa gold member
    August 20, 2008

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    I have read and reread your words many times, here and printed on paper ... these are secret mantras for my heart ... and only this morning, after the secret and sacred meaning had been kept from me for a little while, I suddenly got a sort of flash or revelation, a sort of inner (or God's ?) voice that emerged from silence :

    "I will never fill your cup entirely, so you shall keep on longing for me and never forget my presence" ...

    and maybe, here lies the true sense for grieving ... to bring us back Home ...

    much love and gratitude for your sacred words of wisdom, my dear friend,

    maa


  • Andantino gold member
    August 19, 2008
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    You know, this poem is like a psalm but more rounded out.
    I have Faith because God counts every feather I have.
    Truly!
    You know, if you have poems like this one, see Lyndon because he has some poems like this and you could publish together. You are the better poet, though.
    Willy ler, the mascot of the Winklings.


  • Peteskid gold member
    August 18, 2008

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    Faith that asks nothing in return becomes its own reward, an enduring source of joy in our lives..such a beautiful affirmation here...PK

  • Michael P gold member
    August 18, 2008

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    wonderfully written Ten. This reads like a prayer from the book of psalms, very compelling offering faith while keeping the sense of free will that leaves us with hope. I especially liked the final line. Good luck and keep the faith.


  • Thomas Scott gold member
    August 18, 2008
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    Well done.
    Good luck in the contest.


  • donnz
    August 18, 2008
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    excellent

    the 'Faith of JOB, shall comfort and assure you in the difficult times.


  • Cannonsfire
    August 18, 2008

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    Gorgeous dear Bug and softly painted Love, C

    P.S New heater goes in tomorrow YAY

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