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Surprised
by Glenn CurrierThe abundance of your love
always surprises me.
In spite of my stumbling
you are always there
with your hand out
to help me up.
You walk always gently with me,
your hand in mine
even though most of the time
I can't feel it.
How could I bear to be human
without you? 07/17/2009 Posted on 07/17/2009
Copyright © 2026 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 07/18/09 at 08:29 AM The realisation and acceptance of being human is a tough one. It's good to know that we're not alone in it though. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 07/18/09 at 06:40 PM Yes, I agree, that this can be read on several levels, but what come out strongest with me is the interpretation on the higher,mystical level, expressing yourself as a child of God.No matter, your actual intent, it is a wonderful poem that I thoroughly enjoyed! :) |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/18/09 at 07:26 PM Oh Glenn, this is just to die for! One of the sweetest poems I've read in a very long time. So glad you shared it with us!! |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 07/19/09 at 07:04 PM Nice reading Glenn...CharMin |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 07/21/09 at 06:12 PM I enjoyed the way you widened the focus at the poem's end. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 07/22/09 at 04:46 PM ...well, glenn, i sure appreciate this pome about me...how do i know it's about me? well, it's all about me nahahahahahaha...this is a glorious rendition of all our thanks be to...the J-man. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 07/23/09 at 12:45 PM oh the brevity and utter completeness of that last line...I am envious, sir, thoroughly! |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 07/25/09 at 01:54 AM If I make sure there is no "me" in between as I jump in the space of "we", I am always surprised to be loved. And love's premiere property is that when it exists it can never be mistaken for anything else, and nothing else, no matter how worthwhile or supposedly grand, can ever be passed off as love. We should all be so surprised. Delighted. Thanks.
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