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The Sweet Air

Yes, I like the sweet air But I cannot embrace Irresistible is the face I am led into the prayer Stories galore at the door I would like to read all But then there is the wall Many mores and more While into the prayer Comes the strange view God turns into you And sweetens the air And so it goes on In my happy meditation As I reach the station In a blue intoxication ____________________

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Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser

Date: 8/8/2015 8:17:00 PM

Probir, oftentimes our God speaks to us in the silence and each time we simply ask from our hearts of heart His Holy presence.. like the sweet air.. soothing isn't it?!=')~Olive Eloisa

Probir Gupta
Date: 8/11/2015 5:28:00 AM

A poem unfolds to one as one would like it to. You, my dear reader, have found the touch of God in the "sweet air" and let it be so. It is not necessary that that the writer too had the same feelings while composing the poem. Herein lies the freedom of a poem, unlike an essay or a novel with a core focus. Any way, thank you Olive for reading and expressing your feelings. ...... Probir