finding grace

finding grace

A Poem by Emily B

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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

it lost all the words

And I've been searching-

some kind of bizarre

Easter egg hunt

for what

I can't name.

 

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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"Hands wide open
and waiting."

"...ache-to please again."

These are prayer, enough, dear Emily.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

So sad when we can't find the words, lovely poetry here Emily.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Emily B

4 Years Ago

when the words are needed, they will come back again :)
A poem many of us can relate to at times, Emily. We search for the words, and yet He knows we are seeking even when our hearts don't know the words to say at that moment.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I was so taken by this clever and imaginative poem

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Another example of a fine poem from Emily. And a great example of how to write about faith, the doubts, the images, the wish to believe. So should writing about God be written, not a you-have-to-believe-what-I believe, but a personal statement, written with skill, introspective and subdued. Excellent.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Intense with passion.... really well written and I like it allot !!

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beauriful imagery- love the symbolism of the butterfly as I find myself in this surrender among nature. And, the vision of hands wide open and waiting- such a universal gesture of surrender. Love this :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sometimes we search in vain... sometimes we cannot search any more

Posted 4 Years Ago


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This is asimply sad but lovely piece of poetry. The flow is good and the metaphor and imagery use is so well done. I am left wanting to help you find it! What I have learned is that what you believe in finds you. But you have to believe in yourself first. So many people are hollow shells who shirk their responsibility by becoming zealots of religeon or football or whatever consumes them.

Posted 5 Years Ago


I adore this. I've been here, so many times. Thanks for this.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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