In a field full of thorns
It's difficult to obtain a Rose
And even more remarkable
Is to watch the Pansies decompose
In a life complete with hatred
It's astounding to find any type of love
To accomplish grasping idealism
And being sent and angel from above
In a soul brimming with ash
Lingering in despair
Finding camaraderie laced with greatness
Finally allowing me to breathe fresh air
In a world full of cold hearts
It's hard to find a friend
Humble, safe and true
A sincere and amazing godsend
| Thns again. I am sincerely convinced that He spoke a Word and this all came in existence. And that the Word still keep us in life and the Word still reverberates and if you can hear it how beautiful it must be. .So is His Word contained in Scriptures to read.. Thus I treat words with care because so we all create. Luv. Joachim.||| Posted on 2008-09-25 00:00:00 | by Joachim | [ Reply to This ] || The poem "a Gaelic Blessing" may turn the light to brighter. Luv. Joachim||| Posted on 2008-07-22 00:00:00 | by Joachim | [ Reply to This ] || Nice poem here. |
Describing this thorny world isn’t difficult and still finding a rose as you put it very aptly - remarkable.
And that is where you found the remarkable rose. Let it warm the cold heart.
Life is filled with all kinds of things – even hatred – and yet you found love amongst this Chaos. Let it shine in the darkness and the idealist will merge.
Yes I also realize cold hearts everywhere – friends are scares – and when a humble one’s found makes it rarer. The friend will help remove the ashes from the thorny hate filled cold heart and let it shine as a god sent friend! Keep up with the good words. Regards. Joachim. .
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