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Frank Pulver Last Supper - Poem by Frank Pulver As we look at the picture of the Last Supper, We need to try to understand that picture’s every desire. So as we try to put and understanding to this, We need to stop and think of everything that exists. In our eyes and hearts it could be the meaning of everything that Christ gave of himself. This can give us all the understanding by this and that is to care for all then just thyself. As they sat and Broke bread, Christ said, “take and eat this it represents my body, To us it can mean: The Bread of Life, that whoever eats me will never hunger, and that goes for everybody, Christ also took a sip of wine and passed it around and said drink this to represent my blood, To us it can mean: The Blood of Christ, is the wine and whoever drinks me will never thirst and that is always to be understood. So as we that and understand these two things, We can come together and see what the Belief in Christ can bring. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about Last Supper by Frank Pulver Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Frank Pulver's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe
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Brandy Avery ~ Mothúcháin Fíor Faoin Saol ~ - Poem by Brandy Avery Leis an oíche Tugann an lá. Tá sraith nua de imní agus scares. Is féidir aon duine a bhfuil mé liom a rá mo deora. Losctha tú do Sting seo caite. Nach bhfuil a bheith brónach agus gruama rud gur deas. Leat a tharraingt ar mo chúl ort sa DIRT. Tá sé deacair a chreidiúint nach mian leat a fheiceáil mo ghortú. Do focail a thabhairt ar mo chroí agus anam síos. Tá sé am, Tá mé ag déanamh, agus beidh a thuilleadh frown mé. Ní mór dom a bheith ard agus láidir. Toisc go bhfuil tú féin agus do chuid focal mícheart. An-deacair a chreidiúint nach féidir leat a fheiceáil. Nuair a cad a dhéanann tú agus a rá go nimhneach dom. An mothú nach féidir liom a cheilt. Is gá dom a insint duit cad is dóigh liom taobh istigh. Mo cheann agus croí ag insint dom dul. Is dóigh liom go bhfuil sé seo rud éigin mór duit a fhios. Tá mé fallin as ngrá leat. Do mo chroí mór dom a bheith fíor. Ní mór dúinn deireadh a dom agus tú. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ Mothúcháin Fíor Faoin Saol ~ by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe