Your Grace

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Your Grace

Introspection may shed some Light
On what I Thought was almost Right,
But when I turn my enfeebled Sight
To Your Throne, Where You Reign in Might,
This Tarnished, Calloused, Thorny Blight,
That Ever Intrudes with the dark of night,
May be My burden, My Struggle, My Plight;
Yet When I feel so feeble and Slight,
Your Grace is Enough to make my Path Bright.

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Reflecting in the Dark

A Thing for Words

In this darkened room, even beneath the blankets,
you can count off the six steps to the dresser,
then two more left to a mirror that provides a serene touch
yet no reflection, and three more to the door on your right,
where egress may mean escape to the embrace of shadow.
Bursting or crawling through that opening
into a place so confining as the freedom to think,
but not do, envelopes you in a different darkness.

Here, numbing paralysis steeps you in
an urn of urges unmet, moving in thought and deed
yet lying in a well-lit casket of stasis beneath
a blanket of worrisome weeds and dutiful dirt.
That existence lies heavier on the soul
than my nimble confinement in a roomful of gloom,
where this tiny physical world and its dreams
are vast and accessible, and reflection means
more than examining my wrinkles in polished glass.

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Raindrops ~by rldubour

OUR POETRY CORNER

 

 

Raindrops 

 

 

 

 

 

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter…can’t sleep…toss and turn. 
Awakened by the raindrops…a song that I must learn. 

I thought…this melody I hear… have never heard before. 
Is this the night the angels come?…Come knocking at my door. 

Is this the night I say good-bye?…that’s when the tears begin. 
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter…crying is not a sin. 

I hear singing with the raindrops…this all must be a dream. 
My angel stands before me…sent from heaven it does seem. 

Now my eyes are open wide…she offers me her hand. 
“Come stand here by my side…I will help you understand.” 

I find myself next to her… I reach to hold her hand. 
My feet no longer touch the floor…no longer mortal man. 

I turn to face my body…lying cold and still. 
I look into my angel’s eyes…her smile warms the chill. 

I hear her say now is the time…you must…

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