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Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on Oct 9, 2010 11:35:33 GMT -5
I sat on the front porch today, Lennon’s birthday, last night’s dream unearthed by a casual phrase. Feeling less than myself, I languished pensively until a breeze from the east massaged the inner nowhere man.
In that instant, I knew that God had assuaged my restlessness with a gentle gust of Presence; a never-ceasing reminder of His love.
Lest my heart grows weak, I wake and wake again to the Spirit that has guided and will ever keep me in His arms, safe from my self.
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Post by Marion Poirier on Oct 11, 2010 21:38:58 GMT -5
Jon, thank you for sharing this spiritual poem. A pleasure to read.
Best, Marion
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Post by mfwilkie on Oct 11, 2010 21:59:21 GMT -5
'Lest my heart grows weak, I wake and wake again to the Spirit that has guided and will ever keep me in His arms, safe from my self.'
Jon, This is simply beautiful. It reminds me of Donne
It's more than a prayer, I think.
I honestly see a front stoop and two people talking to each other.
Have felt that since my first read.
Maggie
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Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on Oct 14, 2010 19:27:49 GMT -5
Thank you both very dearly.......
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Post by ramadevi on Oct 18, 2010 10:58:40 GMT -5
Lovely mood this evokes, dear friend. had not been to EP in a long time and it's nice to arrive and see this spiritual and well penned, prayerful tribute poem to JL. Nowhere man....good reference.
Namaste and Love, rd
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