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Faith in blackberries
by Charlie Morgani was gonna give up, cede my space
in life, in this journery, to others.
then a morsel of definity of affinity
entered me when i read where
Mother Teresa, for the last 50 years
did not feel His presence.
still she trudged thru all earthly
ills, with faith in One whose
presence was not felt back.
Faith, the marking stick of growth.
i walk alone in stride, only.
a blackberry bush, holding all ills
of wasps, bees, lizards, snakes, also
hold the juice of succulence of tart.
barefoot in my memories, thorns of touch;
extracting my robbery's revenge of bush.
succulent berries and only protected
by thorns; the bush's Mother Teresa. 04/06/2009 Posted on 04/06/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/06/09 at 06:12 PM I love the way this moves, the langauge and the form you seem to effortlessly bring together here. I really enjoyed this. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/06/09 at 06:38 PM I lost my faith in everythiing including myself a long time ago. This conveys a very powerful message. Thanks for this write! |
| Posted by Colleen Sperry on 04/06/09 at 07:11 PM I so enjoyed what you have written here ... the fourth stanza is fabulous! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/06/09 at 11:10 PM Really a great write Charlie. I recall our log cabin in North GA on a short unpaved road. Just along the entrance of the drive way were wild black berry bushes. We would pick enough for a pie that was a delicious as any I've eaten. |
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