Though death is nigh and trampling winds
rush blindly through the trembling skies,
and doubt’s a cloud of thundering grief
spinning me down through its dark disguise.
Through gathering twilight hopes are torn
God seals the silence on sorrow’s deep,
and as I bow in the purpling night
I reached for Him, His grace to mete.
I sense the fluttering breath of wings
and feathers, like ghosts, in trailing air
drift pale and cold on a silent sigh.
to fall on earth as suppliant prayer.
I rise embraced in my angel’s wings
their soothing beat easing all my fears,
where time and space leave no evidence
of failings left in yesterday’s tears
A contest entry
- Looking For Exceptional Poetry by lilangelsnemesis.
2000 points, ended October 8, 25 entries
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You guys are making this a very difficult contest to judge. This was as stunning piece of poetry, with all the imagery, emotion and flow that I enjoy in poetry. Excellent job!
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