As I Raise My Arms
When I was sick27 total reviews
Comment from kiwijenny
What a joyous hopeful poem....forgotten limbs ...arms throw them up,with joy....what a concept....we forget to thank God
Well done...thanks for the reminder
God bless
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What a joyous hopeful poem....forgotten limbs ...arms throw them up,with joy....what a concept....we forget to thank God
Well done...thanks for the reminder
God bless
Comment Written 15-Dec-2014
reply by the author on 15-Dec-2014
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Thank you for saying this is a joyful poem. That was my intention. Delighted.
Comment from adewpearl
excellent use of enjambment
great alliteration and phrasing in fatigued faith
good alliteration in brittle backbone
beautifully thoughtful and inspiring :-) Brooke
reply by the author on 15-Dec-2014
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excellent use of enjambment
great alliteration and phrasing in fatigued faith
good alliteration in brittle backbone
beautifully thoughtful and inspiring :-) Brooke
Comment Written 15-Dec-2014
reply by the author on 15-Dec-2014
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Thank you dear Brooke for the inspiring review.
Comment from Genya
A beautiful poem of faith and strength. You kept your promise to God and in return he gave you the strength you were looking for. Very well written. I remembered that I have forgotten all about my arms... those two limbs at both sides of my body that once embraced lovers, cuddled children,
hung wares on the clothes line... Now I realise the importance of my arms. Things we take for granted, but you made them so precious here. I have always loved the story of the mustard seed, and in this poem, you bring it back to life and give it so much meaning. Loved this. Genya
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A beautiful poem of faith and strength. You kept your promise to God and in return he gave you the strength you were looking for. Very well written. I remembered that I have forgotten all about my arms... those two limbs at both sides of my body that once embraced lovers, cuddled children,
hung wares on the clothes line... Now I realise the importance of my arms. Things we take for granted, but you made them so precious here. I have always loved the story of the mustard seed, and in this poem, you bring it back to life and give it so much meaning. Loved this. Genya
Comment Written 15-Dec-2014
reply by the author on 15-Dec-2014
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Thank you for reading my work.
Comment from country ranch writer
WHEN WE ARE DOWN AND SICK IN BED WE WILL ALL MAKE PROMISES WE HOPE TO KEEP TO THE MAN ABOVE TO JUST LET US LIVE ANOTHER DAY. SOME KEEP THEIR WORDS TO GO AND SOME JUST TAKE HIM FOR GRANTED TILL THEY NEED HIM AGAIN.
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WHEN WE ARE DOWN AND SICK IN BED WE WILL ALL MAKE PROMISES WE HOPE TO KEEP TO THE MAN ABOVE TO JUST LET US LIVE ANOTHER DAY. SOME KEEP THEIR WORDS TO GO AND SOME JUST TAKE HIM FOR GRANTED TILL THEY NEED HIM AGAIN.
Comment Written 15-Dec-2014
reply by the author on 15-Dec-2014
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Thank you for reading my work .
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Comment from reconciled
Hi Happy...-smile- very beautiful expression of bitter sweet gratitude mustard seed blessed with abundant love. Hope you're having the best Christmas ever. Big love Michael
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Hi Happy...-smile- very beautiful expression of bitter sweet gratitude mustard seed blessed with abundant love. Hope you're having the best Christmas ever. Big love Michael
Comment Written 15-Dec-2014
reply by the author on 15-Dec-2014
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Thank you Michael, dearest friend.
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my pleasure...-smile-
Comment from Dean Kuch
I promised toGood God
that on the next sunshiny day
I would walk to my yard, ---> I believe you meant you promised to "God", amada...
that once embraced lovers,
cuddled children,
hungwears wares on the clothes line... ---> Perhaps "wares" on the clothesline?
It is better to have the faith no larger than that of a mustard seed than to have no faith at all. I completely agree, amada. For without faith, we have no hope, and without hope, we are lost.
Well done, and best of luck to you in the Faith Poetry contest... ~Dean
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I promised to
that on the next sunshiny day
I would walk to my yard, ---> I believe you meant you promised to "God", amada...
that once embraced lovers,
cuddled children,
hung
It is better to have the faith no larger than that of a mustard seed than to have no faith at all. I completely agree, amada. For without faith, we have no hope, and without hope, we are lost.
Well done, and best of luck to you in the Faith Poetry contest... ~Dean
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Comment Written 15-Dec-2014
reply by the author on 15-Dec-2014
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Thank you Dean for reading and for your encouraging words.
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You're very welcome, amada.
Comment from Jacqueline M Franklin
Hi, Amada,
The best kind of faith is the tried and true from the heart as witness to His glory. This is so heartfelt---a pleasure to read.
Good luck in the contest.
*Happy Holidays*
Cheers & Blessings
Keep Smilin'... Jax (*;*)
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reply by the author on 15-Dec-2014
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Hi, Amada,
The best kind of faith is the tried and true from the heart as witness to His glory. This is so heartfelt---a pleasure to read.
Good luck in the contest.
*Happy Holidays*
Cheers & Blessings
Keep Smilin'... Jax (*;*)
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Comment Written 15-Dec-2014
reply by the author on 15-Dec-2014
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Thank you Jax for the great thoughts. Happy Holidays.
