Humility
God has a good purpose
why we fail.
Everything considered, there is never
a perfect situation.
Happiness comes in packages
full of pain, embarassments,
failures, miscalculations.
There must be a reason
good reason for it to happen.
The rain pours incessantly
Big drops and wet;
Drowning emotions of the heart,
One big rain, flushes it
Into one huge lump.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Humility | 0 | 08/18/2009 |
| Life is where I am sitting Now | 1 | 08/18/2009 |
| Limbo | 0 | 08/18/2009 |
| Life and Death Make Sense | 0 | 08/18/2009 |
| Take A Break | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
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