Thank you, God: I dream of him more seldom,
And don't see him now in every place,
The white path with clouds has been laden,
Easy shadows o'er the waters raced.
And all day the chime of bells arose
O'er the ocean of the ploughed soil;
Here the toll is best-heard from Saint John's
Belfries which are seen afar, the tall.
I am cutting off the lilac fashioned
For the brunches that have lost their bloom;
Two black monks passed by in conversation
On the ramparts to the aging doomed.
Let, for blind me, the plain, dear and earthly
World again be turned into alive.
Our Lord has made my soul healthy
With the icy calm of the non-love.
Icy calm of non love.. this one phrase has made me read it again and again
A beautiful poem of a good relationship with God. Kingsley Egbukole
The great and famous Russian poet Anna Akhmatova has written a poem which, to me, sounds like love lost, whether through death or otherwise. But it sounds as though she has arrived at a place of contentment, with the calm of living without love. : -)
There is depth here. You speak of God, this is great, it makes the write purer.
I am cutting off the lilac fashioned For the brunches that have lost their bloom; Two black monks passed by in conversation On the ramparts to the aging doomed. //// greatly penned on the grateful to GOD; yeah THANK YOU O' GOD
On the ramparts to the aging doomed. Let, for blind me, the plain, dear and earthly World again be turned into alive. great great great writings 10++++++++++++++
Our Lord has made my soul healthy With the icy calm of the non-love............................................................................ Excellent. Unique its poetic beauty touches my iciness. Thanks PH for putting such breadth of thinking.
Our Lord has made my soul healthy With the icy calm of the non-love... a good poem. thank u. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem that I relate to our souls indeed are made healthy again.10