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stOneniela said Jul 12, 10:32 PM: |
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a statue stood of a courtyard green the garden, rose and thorn you look at me an enigma unseen alabaster, stOne, marble but i am still the One (how could we not be changed by this) As the watcher watching would ? No ! the lover loving could ~ This fortress, insurmountable by force only the Mysterious Secret will allay its course You are still, the One. kiss me before I turn to stone .
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Re: stOneMoneynot said Nov 12, 2:24 PM: |
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Enjoyed the poem, To me, it gave a concrete (as in “stone”) expression to the theological abstraction of “incarnation theology”. The One is working through the many, each of us. And One is glimpsed in love. Love (big L love) is “carved” into “love” (little l love). I liked the transformative lines that went with the concrete reality of love. |
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Re: stOneNicole said Nov 13, 4:53 AM: |
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yes, this poem is a real gem! thanks for drawing me back, Darrell, |
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Re: stOneMoneynot said Dec 3, 8:23 AM: |
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Nichole, I just now saw your comment. Glad you liked the poetry experience. It is a different path to the same destination we seem to be heading toward in the big Integral Post Metaphysics group discussions. One. |
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