What was the point I wanted to make?

he was knew he was him alone

I’m the stone the builders rejected

I was the new whom they could see

Its paradox was gone and the truth now its crown

Its heart its lover, of skin of his own Him being--forever

As coals--and a match glows its shame removed

As dove of the flock the turtle doves the wonder

And young pigeon

For whom could it be but the beloved coming out of his chamber?

As His gives way a fire shone for him and in so rest,

to the rest.

He now with feet on the ground comes to Me/I’m

All of him I want all of him of the city of the Nazarene

And there is no good without you of Him,

Me, I’m, the seventh day of rest.

Carey , written by my own hand

"He must increase, but I must decrease."

But He was speaking of the--temple--of--His--body. So when He was raised from the--dead, His--disciples--remembered--that--He--said--this; and they believed the Scripture and the word which Jesus had {Had} spoken“ A man can receive nothing unless it--has--been--given--him--from heaven John3:27

I once saw a spider spin it's web, its technic was tantalizing. You spun a poem, from your great grey....that matters.

That you're an independent person who thinks they're misunderstand and who really doesn't care what anyone thinks about it

Whither I am right or not I see in the poem the hate of getting old. To stand and watch a big storm roll in with the power of God, makes me feel alive. I enjoyed this poem more than I have lately.

And your very welcome on Yahoo,

fair enough & thanks for sharing

best of science

mars

source:) study.