Lord, put obstacles in my path
that I may learn how great is
my strength and Your mercy.
That which challenges us calls
forth our strength and the
mighty power of the Divine.
Lord, put obstacles in my path
that I may learn how great is
my strength and Your mercy.
That which challenges us calls
forth our strength and the
mighty power of the Divine.
Love, love, love! xo
how is it mercy to make things harder than they have to be?
and worse, repeat that
that seems the definition of insanity
to constantly overcome, just to show you can?
that’s counter intuitive to effort over impact.
Nina, poetry does not have to be literal…and usually it is not. Many people are stopped by obstacles rather than viewing them as opportunities for growth. Some even create their own so they do not have to do something they do not want to do. When the poems do not make sense, step back and look at them from another perspective. hugs, pat
Literal is usually a narrative form, poetry is ephemeral
but the response can be literal or visceral or nonplussed
those were the thoughts that the poem raised for me, more rhetorical than literal
I think it’s because I might be erroneously reading your blog as a continuous story, rather than independent posts
I wasn’t expecting obstacles after the No more Striving poem. my bad.
It was an interesting juxtaposition. I noticed it, too. I have never really paid attention to the order of the poems. They come so fast that I just scribble away and never thought of them as linked. I need to look at this for it could be very interesting. Perhaps this contrast was given to help us look at things from various perspectives as we so often get locked into one way of viewing things and never question our assumptions. As always, you make me think, Nina. hugs, pat