The rose does not excuse her thorn
nor angry bee his sting.
The tiger does not despise his stripes
nor lioness her lack of mane.
The sandy grain does not doubt its place
nor rock upon the shore.
Purpose, form, imperfection in all
left by the master's caress--
that lingered longer on my work
leaving purpose, form, imperfection
and likening me to Himself
Who am I to excuse, despise
or doubt his handiwork? _________________ At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet. - Plato
Thu Feb 02, 2006 10:49 pm
DanceofSorrows
Joined: 29 Aug 2004
Posts: 2837
Lost,
I liked reading this.
Dance~
Fri Feb 03, 2006 1:53 pm
lostsoul
Joined: 28 Mar 2005
Posts: 372
Thanks Dance -
Best wishes to you and yours!
Lost _________________ At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet. - Plato
Fri Feb 03, 2006 5:01 pm
SWAY
Joined: 14 Apr 2005
Posts: 1560
Location: Upstate NY
lost,
this was a poem that made me look at myself differently...thank you.
SWAY _________________ Giving myself to others has made me jaded...
Thu Feb 09, 2006 1:29 pm
lostsoul
Joined: 28 Mar 2005
Posts: 372
Sway
Thanks for the response...I am not quite happy with the form but the message hit me in an instant one morning. And it made me see myself differently as well.
Best--
Lost _________________ At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet. - Plato
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