Grace

Don't Pass Me By.

Grace

 

 

Rose petals fallen

from the lots of grace

grace to be

In a name

yet never shown in a face.

A mere dispersion of a silent plague

Tiresome words that are no more real

Than a composition purged through inquiry

 Or a composite of tales not written

On the flesh.

Subjugated through a duality,

by which neither are neglected,

The boundaries scheme to become

the providential nature of being

Stating of the Good Lord known who,

neither before,

nor in present.

An interpretation detached

as so yet to be unveiled unto the self

Without a sense able to neglect the soul

void of substance

Trying to remember the I whom you used to be.

But sight need no longer to bear witness,

or stand formless at the casement

Advising the torments to wait in the rain

and pass by tomorrow.

 

 

SB.2008

 

Reviews

[Forest Green]

My comprehension was challenged with this...I will read it a few more times as poetry can be rather problematic for me to interpret. You have quite the depth of expression. Grace is an undefinable concept in many ways and I very much applaud your work in pursuit of the very important aspect of life.

Keep writing. I want to read more.

Daniel

[shadadakiya]

wow your a great writer love your form great work

[EvesDaughter]

your writing style is simply lovely.
The content is definitely one we
can identify with as your reader,
and I KNOW I will be reading more
of you :)