Grace By Far 11/4/14 The articulation of dreams, ink imbued, sometimes skewed by empirical journey. Open door, revealing the heart. Lifting the myopic vale of humanity. Allowance for exposure, allowance to disclose such things that dreams decide. Abiding in pages of a literary sojourn. A small trumpet sounding, in attempts to cure, The spiritual deafness of humanity. Never loud enough it seems, save for the occasional passerby; Those within earshot of a poets humble intent. Where motives of the ulterior are non-existent. Where laments, momentarily silenced, are replaced with the elements of poetic forms. Observance of self, of man and woman, Of blustered winds, presenting gifts of Autumn’s glorious eye. My pen speaks to me this morning. It shares itself in collusion with my dreams. The conveyance of a literary postulation. Ink filled, dream stoked. Rebuking and exorcising darkened diadems from soulful shires. Where at last, freedom will reside, Love shall abide, and grace by far, shall rule.
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 13:17:43 +0000
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