Happy Saturday, Yorkie.
Good to see you today.
Seems I've been missing a lot of the thread this past couple of weeks.
Hope your Saturday is beautiful and your Sunday is Blessed.
Have a great weekend.
NNBob, your poem hit a ‘memory block’ in my brain, somehow. I kept thinking about your words - they seemed to echo up there in the ol’ gray matter - looking for that which was hiding.
Then it connected. Your poem reminded me of “Symposium” by Plato, that I had researched many years ago. (A google may make it more clear what I am talking about.)
~~~~quote from Plato, ‘Each of us is but a symbolon of a man…and each is ever searching for the symbolon that will fit him’ (Symposium 191 D-E).~~~~
Blessings to you.
Plato, huh?
I think I remember him. I was traveling through that area and met a few folks. We took shelter against a sudden rainstorm under a kind of rock overhang, building a fire to stay warm.
We spent the evening telling stories and making shadow puppets on the walls from the firelight.
I wondered what happened to that guy.
Offerings
Poets say that we are flowers,
Tossed in seeming disarray,
Peeking out from dirt-filled crannies,
Of gathered stones along the way.
Others claim they see a pattern,
Row on row of ordered ranks.
Either way the gentle flower,
Supplicates the sky with thanks.
Meanwhile in the hidden darkness,
From the shattered dirt we trod,
We build visions of our glory,
Which we offer up to God.
NicknamedBob . . . . March 14, 2009