They walk through
Flowered fields. Wilderness around them
Means nothing unless they seek
More than silken, scented blooms.
Some will trudge past flowers, through weeds
And mud, brave
Thorns and nettle-stings, learn
Despair and humility as they seek
A completeness they cannot name.
For every thorn that scrapes them,
They have seen another bleed.
Their calloused feet have trod
The same gravel.
They share a kinship, and in so sharing,
Find the greater joy that quenches
Their souls.
Author notes
Prompt: "God enters through the wound."
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Comments
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alot of good lines here, this was a much more peaceful read, blending some graceful words with a good flow. Strong phrasing, gave it a nice memorable feel to it, all in all I definately enjoyed it.
"To learn a completeness they cannot name"
pretty much sums up life, most life, it's a simple sentence with such an intense impact behind it
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Those who share sincerity in seeking Truth to satisfy their hearts, I do believe can find a fellowship, friendship deep and founded in real substance. They work for it and witness it in each other, even to the point of laying down their own life, therefore escaping any common 'smallness'.
This is what I see a recognition of in your write here and I think your taste is excellent!
Sol
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