Pavi Nayan Trisal,



Thanks for writing the sort of comment that makes me feel happy about being myself. Who cares even if its just being a bleeding heart. The curse of strong convictions is suffering more bad days than good - but would I have it any other way?

I'm afraid not.

Thanks :-)

Bina,


I love it when you call me a bleeding heart. Because I think thats what I am.

More power to Chitra paint brush too :-)

Thanks!

GF,



And they became the 'rock on which the church was built' - the church which was the greatest cover up in history.

Binu,


Amen to that :-)

VS G,


WOW. A great comment again. And a 'thinking' one at that. I agree. Loved it.

You brought another perspective to the poem. I wasnt thinking about religion anyway. But to think of it - the faith that religion preaches - so conditioned and whatnot - is no taller than two feet or less - dont you think...

Might be unfair but for writing the sort of comments you do - I think its fair that I explain. What I meant to say is that even when hopelessness surrounds - faith - diminishing but however little still there - will get me by. And suffice.

Is that good? :-)


Thanks!

Gregory Fegel,


Thanks :-) That was almost humorous. But then the New Testmanent is put together by men who almost switched the Messiah's ministry for a version that suited them best :-) He might as well have been a rockstar ;-)

Thanks!

Reffy,


Thanks :-)

Naval Langa ji,


Because we're like mirrors, for our own selves - I agree that its most difficult to be with outrselves - precisely why we search for distractions outside.

Thanks.

Kiren :-)


Yes.. my cup runneth over :-) Thanks!

 mind struggles every now and then to stand by your own conviction...its a constant struggle and you very well need that two feet tall faith... all the best
 madhvi