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 5 Months Ago


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this is achingly beautiful and resonant.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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You've linked wonderfully the idea of searching for God in nature, the poem is concise and I feel that there is a real journey, even if the goal of that journey is not yet reached...
A poignant poem... Well done !

Posted 6 Years Ago


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There's a trembling heart here, wrapped in thoughtful words. You astound me in the gentlest ways, Emily, you always turn searching thoughts into answers just by writing. There's a sadness here which, I hope by now, has flown away never to appear again .. but your butterfly will always come back, because ...

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Sometimes watching and appreciating nature is one of the best ways to pray....

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A beautiful and poignant image... perfect for the poem's search for the way back in to prayer. Wonderful!

Posted 6 Years Ago


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a wonderful write, emily. and i'm sure the words never leave. sometimes they may hide for a while until our minds can find them and taste their meaning again. excellent :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I have felt this emptiness myself quite a few times. They say it is when we feel we have walked beyond the sight of our higher power, but I don't think we ever do. We are never alone. Beautiful poem

Posted 6 Years Ago


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You have a talent with words.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Your poems are delightful, to the point and very easy to read.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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