tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655466035941782914.post6243445375746490915..comments2023-04-05T04:52:36.003-07:00Comments on more than this: *At the end of my suffering, there was a doorkitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03907460384010952009noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655466035941782914.post-86505437046334141232013-10-17T21:33:42.949-07:002013-10-17T21:33:42.949-07:00Beautiful poem. I must admit to never having hear...Beautiful poem. I must admit to never having heard of the author, but that takes nothing away from what the poem says. <br /><br />The metaphorical use of the iris reminded me of this letter written by C.S. Lewis.<br /><br />"Think of yourself just as a seed patiently waiting in the earth: waiting to come up a flower in the Gardener’s good time, up into the real world, the real waking. I suppose that our whole present life, looked back on from there, will seem only a drowsy half-waking. We are here in the land of dreams. But cock-crow is coming. It is nearer now than when I began this letter." Tom in Vegashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17821971426359725229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655466035941782914.post-89174708363768834892013-08-09T02:46:16.112-07:002013-08-09T02:46:16.112-07:00Beautiful insightful post. I love you and yours.Beautiful insightful post. I love you and yours.Karhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04914119639278579199noreply@blogger.com