Grace

Grace

A Poem by Anonymous

A prize, one night, was born in a secret hearth.
Born was a force to be reckoned with.
Sweetly woven whispers sent to sleeping earth
as she stirred with a muffled riff.
Heaven sent the seraph in the shape of a daughter
with golden hair and ocean eyes;
gentle, like her earth mother had taught her.
She was the one who would teach to be wise;
her kin from the earth to be kind.
But when the fire of man's sinfulness
failed to stay in its bind,
they drowned out remaining righteousness,
and struck the seraph dead.
After she died in battle for a world not her own,
she retired, satisfied, to a holy bed.
leaving grace to yet be sown.



© 2010 Anonymous


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I was very impressed with this piece and it actually took me a couple read throughs to glean everything from it, but the message, though horribly depressing, is an amazing statement about each of us and our idealism. How we are all born pure and idealistic, but struck down by the sinful world, dying and hoping someone else will take our mantel.
You wrote so precisely, too. You didn't waste a word or a line, all of it describes flawlessly this journey of the child to her end. I'd love to see more poems like this from you. Keep it up.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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This is very CREATIVE!!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is so creative!
so deep and full of meaning!
"Heaven sent the seraph in the shape of a daughter
with golden hair and ocean eyes;" I loved those two lines the most!
Great work!



Posted 13 Years Ago


This poem seemed to grab me as I read it. It was woven beautifully but the last line is my favorite.

Posted 13 Years Ago


"Heaven sent the seraph in the shape of a daughter
with golden hair and ocean eyes;
gentle, like her earth mother had taught her."

Sadly, but beautifully, written. Great work.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I was very impressed with this piece and it actually took me a couple read throughs to glean everything from it, but the message, though horribly depressing, is an amazing statement about each of us and our idealism. How we are all born pure and idealistic, but struck down by the sinful world, dying and hoping someone else will take our mantel.
You wrote so precisely, too. You didn't waste a word or a line, all of it describes flawlessly this journey of the child to her end. I'd love to see more poems like this from you. Keep it up.

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful and deep... love it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very beautiful...I can't explain in words how good this is....:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


powerful!! i'm speechless!

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is a real beauty...A true work of art.
I could practically hear the harps.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is fantastic, so well written and nicely presented and that last line was pure gold, finishes it off nicely. Great job~

Posted 13 Years Ago



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