Beloved, on the skies of winter sail
past clouds of doubt, past hungry sorrows fly.
Your blessed Mercy rips the tattered veil
that hung, like rags, o'er one as soiled as I.
The light of sun--it fades and moments dance,
the touch of Grace entangles every care.
I linger in this sacred, sweet romance
that lifts me from regret I could not bear.
Where thunder stills to silence, echoes rise
upon the mere inflection of Your voice.
And all I once held true my heart denies
as whispers lead me to the holy choice.
Beloved, all I seek is Your embrace--
I rest within the certainty of Grace.
m.a.king july-2008
A contest entry
- Grace by Dreamana.
300 points, ended July 20, 2008, 6 entries
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Comments
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In this tumultuous, constantly changing world in which we live, we all need that certainty of grace. Lovely write.
Thanks for entering. -
NEw name- new sonnet- very lovely Mary, you have captured the form and the feeling very well in this one...peace Terry
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