finding grace

finding grace

A Poem by Emily B

My generous hands

forgot how to pray.

I watched the butterfly

rise on strong winds

hoping that in the opening

and closing

of her silent wings

I might remember.

 

My heart is vacant.

The words all wandered off

and I've been searching-

for what

I can't name.

Hands wide open

and waiting.

 

My knees tremble-

ache-to please again.

But my hands won't remember

and the words won't come back.


© 2011 Emily B



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The beautiful energy of ‘Grace’ is available to each and every one of us, regardless of whether you believe it or not! The mere existence of your being will acknowledge the signs all around you. Very interesting, poignant and self examining write … :-)

Posted 3 Months Ago


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I seem to take a different spin than most of the commenters. The definition of grace is unmerited divine assistance given for sanctification. The speaker seems to be finding herself lacking, wanting, incomplete and in need of grace. It reads to me like a yearning prayer to be made complete.

At any rate, very beautiful and thought provoking. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

1 Month Ago

Thank you!
It's wonderful poetry Emily. I just loved it.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A case of nostalgia leaving it''s admirer into the graceful winds of the past and forgotten forever. You've touch on this theme very well with your unique written creativity. Great work, an intriguing read. :)

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A great thought Emily. It's truly in these times that God's grace finds us.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The beautiful energy of ‘Grace’ is available to each and every one of us, regardless of whether you believe it or not! The mere existence of your being will acknowledge the signs all around you. Very interesting, poignant and self examining write … :-)

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I feel like you are riding just behind my eyes, but then again your writing has always felt kindred to me. Namaste, dear one!

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

4 Months Ago

It is good to see you here!
beautiful and a pretty poem...i loved this!

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

In giving to others with generous hands, we often forget ourselves. I've been there and still find myself there from time to time. We can all learn from nature sometimes but not all the time.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I have forgotten countless things worth remembering, but who would I be if I did not? I wish I could be the better man; and in nature's grace remember all that is important and be at peace. Still, this defeat is not final! At least I hope that you may find the grace you have forgotten. What an emotional piece.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Now when I see a butterfly, I will be reminded to remember the grace of our Lord and thank him...even if words do not come... Thoughts will be plenty... It is a start!:) thank you for sharing- beautiful!

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

4 Years Ago

thank you :)

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