This Sacred Hour

This Sacred Hour

A Poem by Cassie Weller

Peace at last


Broken shards of my existence,
building up a strong resistance
to anything that would deliver me.

Hand in heart and breathing shattered,
letting go of all that mattered,
thoughts corrupt of what I’m meant to be.

Mistakes I’ve made now keep me frozen,
fragments of the life I’ve chosen
consume the path I thought would lead me home.

Footsteps fall on scaling shadow,
future lies unmarred and fallow,
past consuming fears that I’m alone.

I wonder if the pieces falling,
splinters of my sacred calling,
ever will be made as one again.

Still time goes on- and on I follow,
treading destiny’s tomorrow,
surrendered to the plans of mice and men.

Lessons learned, regrets unyielding,
Rising tide below me- shielding
anguished dreams that threaten to devour.

Peace at last I see before me,
night submits to free the morning
and now I hold only this sacred hour.

© 2017 Cassie Weller

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Oh but how each words falls soft on such screen before me, almost as hugging the lone hours Ive fallen under. This is beautiful.

Posted 3 Years Ago

Cassie Weller

3 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your sweet words

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Added on January 4, 2017
Last Updated on January 4, 2017
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Cassie Weller
Cassie Weller


I'm a Christian writer, wife, SAHM, and nature-lover. Advocate of deep thinking, creative ideas, and spiritual growth. I write poetry, devotions, studies, children's stories, advice columns, and more... more..