Blessed and deeply touched by this wonderful piece. I aboslutely love it! (I would email it to some friends, but your name is not on it, so I wouldn't want to contribute to people stealing your work.) Excellent image. -God Bless!

WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:OO..........BEAUTIFUL POEM and Artistry!!!!...I can't believe you wrote that!!!!,,you should write more, you have the gift!!.....very honest and real!! :o)

The one that prays is both a sinner and a saint. He shows his cards to nobody else, as personal variance is a given flipped coin where vespers sharpens its typwriter. You know what to expect in every issue. Given that your personal paragraphs are above the soap box and on recycled paper, you are a sinner because of yourself. You are a saint because of the endevours of a fateful and merciful sacrifice. Be careful not to stroke your ego by embellishing your plight above and beyond everyone else as you contrast yourself, a 3-dimensional sinner among a flock of one-sided saints. Your premise speaks in vapid tones of black and white, of those who are only saints or only sinners. You are the faithful and weathered protagonist who returns from the path of evil to the nourishing strides of belonging and purpose - nice storytelling on a decorated pedestal. In reality you have seen good and evil, so you are both a saint and a sinner. Jesus died for EVERYONE - and we are both saints and sinners. The last four stanzas are nicely reflective of the interaction we have with God, mutual disclosure in normal comfort. It is the recieving channel that we return to without that double-edged sword cutting envelopes for an early subscription. I would approve of the first lines had this been a short story exclusive to yourself and your quest for backstage tickets. It's just that the rest of the poem sidekicked its investments on our establishment on our foundation as the family of God, making the first stanza incongruent and obsolete. The second paragraph is kind of... gregorian, and I am torn on it. But yes, I concur with loswl on the rest of the poem, adding symathetic in representation. May God send you exactly one backskratcher for every coffee table that stretches its legs to trip you.

Such an outstanding work MT. The background and the words hit the nail on the head. An old song said, Many things about tomorrow I don't understand. But I know who holds tomorrow and I know who holds my hand. Thanks for such an awesome render. Peace be with you.

The words are powerful and the post work is beautiful. Well done. Bless you.

Awesome Image!!!! Fantastic WOrk!!! =0) (( V ))