Wood to your fire,
smoke to your light,
ash from your heat—
I ponder, but you burn.
As always, Lyn.
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Thank you for reading Faith. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.
john
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Sweet!
Stephanie, so sorry it has taken me so long to respond. I apologize! Thank you for your comment. More than most, I am sure that you appreciate the duality I am talking about here…understanding and knowledge is one thing, but the heart of true faith is love. That’s Lyn.
Lovely.
Denise, thank you! It is a tad odd that for me, I tend to say the most when I say the least. Hmmm….. 🙂
To me, silence has its own words that are difficult to express sufficiently in actual ‘words’ so-to-speak, John. We can feel them, but cannot utter them as clearly as we would wish, yet we feel them in the silence.
If I was a lesser man (OK, really, “if I was sure I wouldn’t get caught”) I’d steal that and put it in a poem. “we feel it in the silence” is beautifully said.