The person who wrote this poem asked me not to identify her, but when she found out I have a blog she asked me to post this. SHE knows what she means here, but is curious to know if others get it – or WHAT they get from this poem. (I am not so sure that this IS a poem, but that is what she considers it). She is Orthodox, btw. If this isn’t a poem, what IS it?
So, here it is, I will pass any comments along her way:
Far in the distance fading to black
boredom waits (predictable)
routine beckons (illusion of safety)
distractions entice (delusion of control)
invisible spectators encourage
Divine Fire awaits
Tree of Life in sharp relief
She steps forward . . .