Like salve on a wound,
His name soothes,
gentle caresses from
His ever present,
unseen hands.
My human frailties
can not be found
for long, for He
is always with
me, guiding my
every move.
No need to shout
to the world,
or even whisper,
just the song in
my heart:
"Thank-you Jesus".
Author notes
I am stained with ink from my anger; muscles pounding as blood boils over and then cools at the touch of Jesus.
A contest entry
- Ink stains, Boiling Blood, and Jesus plus by zhaniswolf.
925 points, ended April 17, 9 entries
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Comments
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Love this stanza
Like salve on a wound,
His name soothes,
gentle caresses from
His ever present,
unseen hands.
I think that pretty much covers the prompt. And then the rest of the piece flows from it. Thank you for your entry.
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I love this, especially the first two lines, "Like salve in a wound, his name soothes". Your poem inspired me today - thank you!
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Gentle and beautiful. His name does soothe.
His hands are our hands now, he readies us to bring his healing balm to all we touch. Our actions and reactions towards our human family speak much louder than words:
"Preach Christ, use words if necessary."
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Lovely!! Says so much.....
best wishes in your contest.
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nice! my favorite part was the first line when you used rhyming
=)
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