Not by any effort of mine own
was the scrim of thought then lifted
so in that moment I could really see.
Not from me—against my expectation—
did you speak those words that turned me—
and all I brought was a hungering heart.
And not through human prompting
did the word and the conviction come—
the knowing I was finally "home."
And this morning seeking quiet only
"not by any effort of mine own" appeared
which now becomes this poem.
it is, rini. and it's the first time i've written a heart-song, as i call them, in years. as i say in the poem i was just sitting wanting some quiet, and it came. thank you for reading and commenting. be very blessed. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice to know ur from NewYork also
Thanks. I was in NYC for the first time in forty-six years just a week ago. Stayed close to my last Manhattan address, did some ancestor exploration, and took in some of what the city has to offer over the course oxf a week. -Glen