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On Prayer The door is always there and it appears as I seek it—why don’t I seek it more? Because I must kneel? Because I’m ashamed? Because its hinges are oiled by my tears? The door is me, it’s opening is me, I am what lies before and beyond it. Oh heart of life that I must kneel before, why is my blindness all that I can see? The small, blind man I am is now revealed en route to a hidden destination. To thank or acquiesce in the journey I must seek the door, and remain kneeled. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: cheyenne smyth On Date: 2012-06-08 17:54:31
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Hi Mark,
You have penned a marvelous poem that touched me. I think your journey is a spritual one but then it could be a romantic walk. Either way it is exceptional.
Because its hinges are oiled by my tears?
This line is so expressive and borders on melancholy.
why is my blindness all that I can see?
How I wish I had thought of this line first and it will stay with me for a long time. If I am creative enough to get it into my long term memory I will never forget it! I like this new style you have adopted and please keep it up. Bravo!!
Best wishes,
cheyenne