Round corners, dark, I'd lost my way
in mazes of reflection.
The haunting stains of yesterday
defined my imperfections.
I saw Him there within the light
and then the battle started.
The arrows flew in dead of night
across the sea He parted.
His name upon my lips defeat
the counsels of despair.
My God defends, my foes retreat
My shield, a whispered prayer.
What sword, but faith, what need but grace?
All other bonds be severed!
I only seek to see His face
within my sweet forever.
A contest entry
- Spiritual Poetry for Place of Prayer Group Only by Samplette.
1800 points, ended August 15, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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"My shield, a whispered prayer." Lovely words. A beautiful write from the heart. I really enjoyed it very much. Thank you for sharing.
Sam
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