Is any poem more beautiful and spiritual than Footprints in the sand?
I have it embroidered in my bathroom ... One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there were one set of footprints. This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I said to the Lord, "You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there have only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?" The Lord replied, "The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I carried you."
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- The Lord replied, "The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I left you and trolled R&S."
- That's the perfect place for it, right next to the toilet.
- "Shir ha-Shirim" aka "The Song of Songs."
- I've wrote better. It doesn't even rhyme. And not all of us can relate.
- I don't like poetry of any kind. Except limericks.
- I find it evocative My mom has the desiderata on her wall as soon as you come in the door.
- yes Desiderata
- Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe is more beautiful.
- I prefer Chaucer; greatest poet of all time. Even better than Shakespeare.
- Just about any. For instance, There was a young thing from Nantucket, who... ADDENDUM BTW, did you have permission before violating the copyright? http://www.footprints-inthe-sand.com/index.php?page=CopyrightNotice.php I thought stealing was a sin...
- I prefer Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning." But it's too long to quote here.
- Only Desiderata has the same potential for exacerbating diabetes with its sticky sweetness. For people in real trouble it's a pathetic verse. "Our Chaplain's got a banjo, an' a skinny mule 'e rides, An' the stuff 'e says an' sings us, Lord, it makes us split our sides! With 'is black coat-tails a-bobbin' to Ta-ra-ra Boom-der-ay! 'E's the proper kind o' padre for ten deaths a day." Kipling, Cholera Camp. And he could write real and uplifting pieces, both. He didn't neglect the bloody side of life.
- La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats. Or Sir Orfeo.
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