! In The Spirit Of Rumi - 21 Poem by Michael Shepherd

! In The Spirit Of Rumi - 21

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Yesterday
I cried out in my anger
'Who are You, Lord? ...'
and the echo came back
like a winter shout against a cliff of stone..
'.....Lord......'

Today
I whispered in my despair
'Lord, who are You? ...'
and the echo came back
like summer water over a pebble...
'......You.....'

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Original Unknown Girl 24 April 2007

Mmm.... like it! Yes I get this.... and thanks for the explanation on mine! Cheers HG: -) xx

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Scarlett Treat 24 April 2007

The secret finally learned? Stop shouting and start listening...this is perfection, Michael, just perfection of thought. Thank you.

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A stunning piece of cleverness M. t x

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K K 24 April 2007

Very nice...echos always come back to thier caller :) KK

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Danny Reynolds 24 April 2007

All very well, but they say a duck's quack has no echo. Will Donald and Daffy never learn? Danny

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David Taylor 24 April 2007

Echo, Now, Sand, Time, Stand, Still. Thank, You.

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Michael Shepherd

Michael Shepherd

Marton, Lancashire
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