Her prayers bore wings
whispered breaths in Heaven's keep,
guarded by One who slumbers not
nor closes His eyes to sleep;
Prayers that soar over mountains,
valleys, dark clouded sky,
past suns and moons, now stored
in a bottle, her every heart's cry;
"Whys?", "How longs?" against
the glass pound their fist,
suffering, toil and trials
lash out in the midst,
their wing span confined to
what is labled "Tears Of A Saint",
safe under the shadow
of Him Who shall never faint;
One day the bottle will be open
and what's inside turned to gold,
perserved after going first
to Grace's altar bold,
Yet the things that seemed
to drown and threaten to defeat,
just a part of the road
soon to be under her feet!
A contest entry
- Thank you, Carolyn by Sonja.
5000 points, ended July 17, 15 entries
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Comments
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Very nice. I like your questions and I must to admit that all poems I had to read loud and I like the tune you put within your verses. thank you.
~Sonja~
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A good take on how life can give to a nother
What insperation you have left...mac
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A very thought provoking piece of poetry
Cherry xx
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