by cafetwo2010Harford county, Maryland, USA
Nov 2011 552 Views 8 comments
Heal me..
I've wearied myself of life
but I live because..I must
At the crossroads there are
no signs to guide me except
an impenetrable divinity that
moves within the essence of
mortal vanity
An unmerciful brutality steps
on the neck of my poetry
yet in spite of this I am
touched of the heavens by
a benign spirit
I am granted a voice of praise
And now I seek no words..only
peace
I rest in the solitude of my
being
In stillness..
In quietness..
In silence..
And by the whisper of a voiceless
spirit..I am healed
but I live because..I must
At the crossroads there are
no signs to guide me except
an impenetrable divinity that
moves within the essence of
mortal vanity
An unmerciful brutality steps
on the neck of my poetry
yet in spite of this I am
touched of the heavens by
a benign spirit
I am granted a voice of praise
And now I seek no words..only
peace
I rest in the solitude of my
being
In stillness..
In quietness..
In silence..
And by the whisper of a voiceless
spirit..I am healed
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2011
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Comments (8)
"And by the whisper of a voiceless
spirit..I am healed"
Peace - you've summed it up beautifully
an impenetrable divinity that
moves within the essence of
mortal vanity
An unmerciful brutality steps
on the neck of my poetry
touched of the heavens by
A benign spirit.
I am granted a voice of praise.
And now I seek no words, only
Peace.
I rest in the solitude of my
Being
In stillness,
In quietness,
In silence.
And by the whisper of a voiceless
Spirit I am healed.
I almost slumbered off feeling so peaceful as if I heard the voice of the spirit that healed you so majestically! Makes no difference where this sensation came from: "The poet is the priest of the invisible." (Wallace Steven) You are a poet, Cafe, a priest "touched of the heavens by a benign spirit". Keep on in this strain for another one hundred years!
'A priest of the invisable." I like that saying. Why can't
I remember these poems I wrote? Very strange.
Thank you dear.
Cafe