Until
one's seen enough
heard enough
had enough
of struggle
of suffering
of pain
the upward-looking eyes
of these statue saints
that front the church
seem only strange.
Still in life's way we struggle and suffer but we proceed ahead with beauty of hope and courage. An interesting poem is beautifully penned...10
I hope the pain you speak of is not currently yours, Glen. Are you ok?
Look up we must Suffering everywhere In God we trust His kingdom is near
this is the fourth time i've tried replying, laurie—ph seems to be acting wonky. thanks for reading and your verse in response. i'm fine btw—thanks for asking. -glen
maybe they're(saints) sending message that we are not aware of.
Thanks for your comment, Manonton. I think it takes certain life experiences to recognize the helplessness and desperation that causes us to look beyond ourselves, the kind good parents try to protect us from as children, the kind we’d rather not have to live in long. -Glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How apropos for the times; you are a renaissance man my friend...