This is an epic poem, an: This is an epic poem, an accumulation of verbally skilled phrases---some delightfully beautiful, some achingly beautiful, but all beautiful, and all giving full evidence of your superlative artistry as a Poet. I cannot imagine how much time, or how much preparation, went into the composition of this great achievement; but I can see the great effects on the very screen in front of me. The poem's purpose is disclosed in the final three lines, and these lines draw all the others together in a perfected orbit. I was once told or read---so long ago I cannot now cite the source---that the purpose of Poetry is to show how efficiently, effectively and intensely the language can work, and be worked: and this poem demonstrates that to the Nth degree.
In answer to your question..: In answer to your question You don't have to guess
Can trees fall in love?
The answer is yes
There were two orange trees
Standing in a grove
One said to the other
'Wanna fall in love?'
The other tree said
'I'd be willing to give it a try
It sounds great, but my answer's no
Here's the reason why'
You said 'Wanna fall in love?'
You see I'm hot, hot as a stove
Don't you know you should've used a word
A word that rhymes with 'grove'?
What the hell's the matter with you?
With you, won't waste my time
I can't be with someone
Who doesn't know a poem must rhyme!
THE END
Oh the joy of that hot live: Oh the joy of that hotline, live to Heaven! Prayer is like that red phone in Batman and of course the bat signal. But again, it isn't just the fixed place and time which New Testament faith exemplifies: in their homes, at the temple, in the synagogues, as they went, in each other's company: a truly ever reaching, ever stretching fellowship.
First thing I encounter as I: First thing I encounter as I rouse from sleep in the morning and wrestle with sometimes quite visibly the rest of my waking hours!
Indeed! Romans could be seen: Indeed! Romans could be seen as Paul's gospel account and Galatians considered a 'little Romans.' The prison epistles could be thought of as the rubber hitting the road, among other more delectable theological descriptives. Almost two-fold in that grouping: theoretical and applied expressions of faith.
Wow, thank you for that! You: Wow, thank you for that! You know how much I value your spiritual insights; and receiving a comment from you is a great privilege. Since May of 1977, I have always loved that line from the last of T. S. Eliot's Four Quartets: "You are here to kneel / Where prayer has been valid." To me, that meaning is not restricted to only a sanctified building, or a chancel rail in a church. The Early Christians prayed wherever they happened to be, so their prayers made of this world a place "where prayer has been valid," and therefore, while I am here, I am here to kneel in prayer. When I first read the line, with the whole poem, in May, 1977, I was too immature to understand the wider meaning. I was a naive freshman at college; and, during that particular term, my most pressing issues seemed to be which pair of jeans to put on in any given morning, and whether, like so many of my classmates at that time and place, the weather required that I wear flipflops, or could I walk to class or the dining hall barefoot? So, in that world at that time, in its context, prayer was valid in a church building, where legitimate worship is carried on. Now, far removed from that time and place, I understand Eliot's line to have a much wider reaching meaning. Sorry if I have been verbose here; your comment inspired these thoughts.
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