Through The Thorns Poem by Mary Forrester
Through The Thorns
Through the thorns I see his face
A saviour and my eternal grace
Now from me
He has flown
The feathered nest we adorned
And still I wait, still I wait
Knowing that
I hear the knock upon my door
Ah, it must have been the wind once more
Another day, another night
I sit alone and still I wait.
Beautiful Mary - I said to my soul be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing, wait without love for love would be love of the wrong thing......... etc. (read T S Eliot for rest of quote) .
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4/25/2024 7:05:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a wonderful poem. 'And still I wait, still I wait Knowing that I hear the knock upon my door Ah, it must have been the wind once more' These lines touch my heart as I recite them. The thought of one bird patiently waiting, as if in perpetuity, for the other that jointly adorned the nest once but now has flown away to an unknown destination, brings kind of known feelings to my mind.