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Post by rerris on Jun 23, 2004 11:20:34 GMT -5
What is It?
It has never been found to go without, Surrender and you are given the world, It cannot compete with another about, Forever it stays and cannot be hurled. It's strength may seem what makes it weak, Never conquored by time nor of a force, It's compassion be solid and it's anger a freak, Fearing nothing in sacrifice and a Father's recourse. It carries this world onward on a spindle revolved, Without caution it can make your head spin, Having no need the True just dive in, It heals all wounds, misunderstanding absolved. It is a gift from within, without, below and above, And comes with no label but simply is Love.
(c)R.H.Elliott 2004
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Post by Solace512 on Jun 25, 2004 11:40:46 GMT -5
a beautiful way to describe the world "love". It's a word that can be defined in so many ways; you did it well!!
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Post by Elle Rush on Oct 29, 2004 12:03:21 GMT -5
Awesome & REAL! This is wonderful, Rich.
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Post by rerris on Oct 30, 2004 20:56:55 GMT -5
Thank-you for your kind words "Window" and Elle. One cannot really "box" the term "love" but in our many poetic forms I guess most poets have made an attempt to describe our get an understanding of the term. But from the highest mountain we are sometimes carried and into the deepest chasm we sometimes fall because of it. I'm just glad it exists. Happy Halloween All! Richard.E.
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