For Mrs. J Now is the twilight of my life the shadows overshadow me. A few stubborn rays cling to the gray hairs that adorn my crown. Eighty-nine years. I have travelled far, seen many wonderous sights. Felt life pulsing in, around, between through me. When I cannot see you as you are I see you as you were. What a sight! When the light get's too bright I sink in the shadows and glow with stories of old. Now in my Twilight.
Category: Poetry Corner
The Mercy of God
The Mercy Of God I cannot see what may harm me yet I am unharmed. I do not do What's right But yet I am fruitful. I fail But still win. I stop many times but still finish. I reap where I do not sow. I know The Mercy of God.
Black
My power comes from you my strength is hewn from your relentless authority I see myself now as priority. I am important I'm a big deal. I know where I stand on the pinnacle of power that I can command the very devil to disbanned and flee from me. No need to chop nor toe the line I find my peace I know I will not cease in the beauty of your lines and shadows. I am Black.
Believe
I accept what I cannot see touch or feel. I know I don't know but I will go to where ever I should be. I have this dream stars aligned for me I see but not clearly but I know it is for me. I believe...
Home
Where do you go when you don't know where to go but you need to know which why to go? A place to be comforted loved accepted? Where? Should we go?
A Series of Unfortunate Events?
Yes! To freedom I shimmy I glide, plier etendre releve sauter tourney elancer just watch me stride. A puddle in my way? oh no, nothing to stop my shine. Too fast! But the beat... Too high! But the breeze... I squeal! I reach! Pure delight. Midway I freeze... Oh no! my steam! That Je ne sais quoi... Gone. now, how, do I dance with me?
But for the Grace of God
There goes a young boy with spring in his cheeks and the glow of the Sun he sees an old soul going slow not vital enough to make a show sweeps him aside "Old man you must go death awaits!" The old man shakes his head he understands seeing brings the young dread - they too one day - if they survive - will be like him. There is too much pain today and so into the corner he is swept for days on end. Then he goes further up the road - an accident. Slowly he moves closer. Ah it is the young man! His glow now diminshed winter haunts him now He has been brought to an early end: "there but for the grace of God go I"
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