|Reviewed by Valerie Roeske
|Great write, thanks for sharing, take care, Valerie|
|Reviewed by June Thompson
|what a way to look at things
|Reviewed by Ceejay Jones (Reader)
|I must respond to an earlier comment on this work; one which questioned its purpose.
This poem sounds to me like a "barb," if you will, to the hypocritical "teachings" of those such as Fred Phelps and his Westboro Baptist Church, whose promise of "belonging" comes with rules and strings; especially when the issue of homosexuality is concerned. On behalf of Matthew Shepherd and countless others who have been the victim of violence and abuse, I thank you for this work, Henry.
|Reviewed by Mary Grace Patterson
|Good job, Henry............|
|Reviewed by b-man w1 (Reader)
|its sound better like this
suffer the little ones
who are dear
to come to me
i think u shud grow up, and realize gay ppl are just as human as u r, and they r prolly better ppl than u r. u prolly still believe in racism. i feel sry 4 u, and i kno u that god is looking down on u right now. the poem besides that is great.
|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Thought provoking read!!
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|This is indeed an interesting and thought provoking write and one line though made me wonder what was the true meaning of this write"
"suffer the little ones, who aren't queer" i don't recall every seeing that refernce in any of my christian studies.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Excellent write, but one harsh enough to make us ponder the intent,
of conditional love...
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
This brings back such painful memories of innocent childhood, when one didn't fear strangers and disrespect their parents and have to worry about keeping things under lock and key, and when God really meant something.
*tears* Shattering, poignant reminder of how things have changed
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Stark and razor-sharp, like your subject matter, Steven! A bold and searing write - like the coldness and callousness of a "love" that is conditional. Sadly, in my experience, it speaks more of an institutionalised religion of man than of the heart's intent of a Creator Father, so it's a shame those of us who name ourselves as "Believers" can get in the way of people being able to see a true Father for themselves. But this is only one way to interpret what you have tackled here. There are as many ways of reading this as there are barbs on that fence, perhaps; and each one of us can relate to one or other of them that is our own personal and painful experience of the travesty of that thing that goes by the name of love, and which is yet wholly conditional and otherwise withheld. Good write. TY Kate|
|Reviewed by Emeka Nwogu
|The earlier little children embrace totally the love of Him who created us and set up apart for life and godliness, the better for us to have less stress trying to keep them away from the miles, and miles of barb wire fences.
Good write, Stevens.
|Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
|very interesting to ponder on Henry. G|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)