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11-09-2008
Eric Gasparich
This poem also makes me think of a great little cartoon. Two boys are walking on a sidewalk. The first says, "I wonder why God doesn't do something about all the suffering in the world?" The second says, "Well, why don't you ask Him?" And the first boy responds, "Because I'm afraid He might ask me the same question."
Just so.
On the technical side, I'm with Frank on this one. The last stanza is begging for a third line.
Dare I arrogate to suggest one? Just this once. (*ashamed*)
Tears, sobs, pain give clear clue
Sad how lone way out is through
but, living God dwells in you.
Mere suggestion, but the title and the words make me think how our humanity seems to lie not in security and the avoidance of pain, but in risking ourselves and in facing things squarely.
Stultum est timere quod vitare non potes- Cicero
(It is foolish to be afraid of that which you cannot avoid.)
But of course it is yours to "fix" or leave as you will. My mere suggestion is worth what you paid for it. ;)
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09-11-2008
Arthur G. Finch
My dear brother, you have not lost your touch during the past injustice. I am move at the way you cut to the bone of most issues. Here the poor are most helped by adding some doing/ helping to your praying. The words of Jesus were highlighted in your poem, i.e. "I was hungry and you gave me something to eat; I was thirsty and you gave me drink, naked and you clothed me, in prison and you visited me....In as much as you have done it to the least of these my brother, you have done it unto me
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