The Work

I am the work of ages
Long forgotten memories
That rise within
My sacred place
Filling me with
Longing for
Release
From
Our
Circular wanderings in space
In the book that is written
I continue to
Add my lines
Left unheeded
Is what I
Know
To be
True
We are the flame that
Burns eternally but in
Our passion we forgot
The One Who
Gave us this
Grace
To Rejoice
To Serve
To Be

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yenti

17 years 3 months ago

Kristeta

I hope you wont mind, but your writing came out in one lump, and it nearly destroyed the whole thing, so I have put it in lines, with a few spaces. I will delete this if it is not as you wish it to be, but I thought that this write was a very good one, and I couldn't let it go as it was, so here is what I did:- I am the work of ages, Long forgotten memories That rise within my sacred place Filling me with longing for release From our circular wanderings in space In the book that is written I continue to add my lines Left unheeded is what I know To be true we are the flame That burns eternally But in our passion we forgot The one who gave us this grace To rejoice, To serve, to be With the most respect, Yours Ian.T

Aureo

17 years 3 months ago

Thank you

Dear Ian, Thank you, you did a great job, for some reason when I pasted my poem to the browser it came out in one lump. I tried to edit it several times but it didn't fix the problem. I sincerely appreciate your editing and comments. Please don't delete it, when I have more time I will try to edit the original which is very close to yours. Most sincerely, Kristeta

yenti

17 years 3 months ago

Copy & Paste

I put most of my poems on notepad then copy and paste to the Stream and have very little problems in posting. Only glad that I could help you, try to copy and paste my bit onto your edit screen, then change the bits that you need for your original, then I will edit it off of my comment. Good luck, Yours Ian.T