finding grace

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.

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

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 … :-)

[Sarah]

realy sweet and powerful realy good

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Your words will come bak , I think they started to ... you share a bit more. Thats another wonderful poem , you let us watch into your beautiful confused hear ... I adore you

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

succinct and introspective. I can really relate to this right now.

[JRB]

this was sweet keep up your inner hope,,, and ty so much

[.]

grace seems to ooze from your poem..I love the idea that we have forgotton how to pray..to be thankful..that seems a poignant message in todays society

[Kenneth The Poet]

A yearning hope for the transcendent. That is one of the reasons I write poetry, to purge myself of that longing and not have to strain myself for something that might not be there. I am not knocking this piece, it is fantastic, but this my reaction to it. You have a mighty pen, and if you of every poem you write as a prayer, consider it answered every time.

[Augustus]

I don't think you need to find grace because this poem has plenty of it. The first stanza is nothing short of delightful. There is a gentle flow in your poem, and a constant hint of sorrow that diffuses throughout the verse. But it isn't plain sorrow either. It has a melancholic beauty. The butterfly metaphor is an aptly delicate beginning. The sense of loss that rings throughout the poem is portrayed skillfully with phrases like "heart is vacant", "hands wide open and waiting" and "knees tremble". Although at the end, you say you haven't found what you want, the poem doesn't end on a negative note. Rather, I get the feeling that you are still waiting for those words to come back, which I find more fulfilling. This is a very eloquent write. Thanks for sharing!

[zig]

"I watched the butterfly

rise on strong winds

hoping that in the opening

and closing

of her silent wings

I might remember."

that is such a perfect metaphor for this open, great observation emily. really enjoyed this.

zig

[Alice Red]

this piece makes me want you to find whatever it is, you're searching for. in short: it was touching and beautifully written.

[Greg the Bard]

I read and write a lot of reviews everyday. I try not to look for hidden meaning but listen to the words as they are presented. In your case these words are well accepted and flow with grase. Your images make me the reader look a little beneath the surface. This is a good thing for an old guy like me. I like the direction you seem to be going with your thought because it is leading me along with it. You should be proud of this work. It is very good. I only hope that you find what it is you are looking for.