Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/28/10 at 10:39 PM ..... excellent!!! |
Posted by Maria Massarella on 03/01/10 at 12:40 AM Your words embrace the heart, breathe themselves into the lungs, seep into the soul, delivering their fruit divine and one feels as if inside a miracle...
lovelight*peace... |
Posted by A. Paige White on 03/01/10 at 01:54 AM How should a miracle appear but at the writing hands of a writer who is herself a miracle of existance. Stunningly beautiful, Jules. Straight into my favorites. Were I the Lord, I'd have my angel find a special place for that in the library of heaven. |
Posted by Amie Golda on 03/01/10 at 02:41 AM Beautiful metaphors and a strong truth. Lovley write. |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/01/10 at 03:16 PM ...julie, ahhh such a rotund way of talking about the unspeakable...blessings[i've learned to see lately]...they're as abundant as snow to the eastern seaboard...too many to count in specifics and you do a glorious job of corralling them... |
Posted by Sarah Wolf on 03/01/10 at 05:13 PM I really like the 2nd stanza... |
Posted by Laurie Blum on 03/02/10 at 04:50 PM I like this alot. It gave me a feeling of hope and inspiration. |
Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 03/02/10 at 10:38 PM Miracles are amazing and everyoen can use one now and then, nice of you to share your inspiration.smh |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/03/10 at 04:10 AM This flows like it was written in one take - natural, thankful, from deep within. Thank you. |
Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 03/04/10 at 08:08 PM nice job :) |
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 03/05/10 at 07:49 PM Well done Julie.....CharMin |
Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 03/13/10 at 07:33 AM aww...this is sweet. i didn't know you had this soft, spiritual side jules!...i love it tho. anytime a poet(ess) shows versatility as such...i gain tons of respect & love for them. this is excellent...it's warm and cups me like two huge, suave hands. i would elaborate but my brain is currently shutting off - big time. xxo! |
Posted by Glenn Currier on 03/15/10 at 04:11 PM Miracles, like grace, seep into satin souls, almost as if to creep up - so unlike the in-your-face stimuli we get from media and the postmodern chaos. Sometimes the miracle is not so much that God can forgive me, but that I can forgive myself. Thanks for this lovely poem. |