" THE LETTER "

Dear Brother Poet Tony Taylor,

Tears in my eyes, God's whispers in my ears, His lordliness  on my face, I love this poem, my applause,

I fear that I am only heaping sorrow upon sorrow
And in this
My erstwhile letter to you
I pray that your gift of affliction and adversity
Lift my soul above complaint or depression
And deliver to my initial intent
The gift of the peace and glory
In my struggle
Through,
The interior life.....

Love & hugs to you dear brother Tony,

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Tony...

God hears our prayers...

There are alot of questions that can be asked...

All he asks of us...

Is to LOVE GOD...

And Trust God...

He knows our hearts...

He knows our thoughts...

We all have things that we want too...

We not patient beings...

He teaches us patience by not responding right away...

God Loves You...

He knows your strength and when you don't...

Thank You for sharing...

5* and fav...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

Ill be brief because I can't ramble on about how great this was but, I'm with you, I look upon the wonder and obiquity of it all and am still sometimes confused, but I think that God obscures all meanings of life and it is when we discern those meanings that we reach a higher enlightenment, but anyways 5 stars and an add to the favs, remain curious my friend
CO

Tony!! You know how much you mean to me! You have inspired me more than you will ever know. I wrote you a message and I hope you get it soon!! Thinking of you tonight and hope to talk to you soon!! You are loved by so many!! Beautiful write!! Have to add to my favorites!!

Val ♥️

A poem shaped very interesting letter, in her humble way author thanks, calls for forces and confessed of all his weaknesses, I observe that interior is written in the same way in English and Spanish, although I have to admit that I like much more the word inside.

Mr. Taylor, I have now read a poem his entitled Mothers Gone, have then sought it to make a comment, as I have not managed to find leave it is here. A greeting.

It is very clear that left baby teeth writing Tony Taylor and thinking of poetic form, in this brilliant composition flawlessly author wonders why mothers who have gone to never return, his memory remains inside a jar of cookies, loving hugs and laughter of childhood and games , Tony says:

“Tenemos que perder para ganar, cuando fuera en las calles la lluvia llora nos trae recuerdos tristes, nadie admite tener miedo, pero quieren gritar preguntándose…
¿Dónde ha ido, donde está la madre muerta? Pero están asustados mientras lloran su ausencia.

A sad poem dedicated to the absence.

Beneath the silhouette of rainbows and dreams lay nightmares that burrow deep inside the soul it is the only way we truly know we are living to feel such pain, otherwise aren't we just a sheer fragment of dust lost in the hourglass, falling unnoticed within the sands of time, we question most when we wish to live to the fullest, that makes you more worthy of the air you are breathing, than the body we all know, we are in time leaving.
Love you bro, always deano xox

A stunning piece Boss as always. Keep those fingers dancing Beasty. I love you. G xx