November 13, 2007
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Here’s a poem I wrote several months ago during a relatively difficult time. Hope you like it.
Hidden Grace
Somehow this dark night,
And cold wind,
Are comforting,
Beneath my stinging skin.
I find solace,
And hidden grace,
Within the shadows,
Of this lonely place.
Feeling so alone,
And undescribably weak.
Yet within these tears shed,
Is a sense of peace.
Comments (14)
This is very beautiful Pete, Judi
That’s gorgeous… I stink at poetry
it’s funny you ended up posting this on a day i was in a bleak mood. it helped me out. and, strangely enough, some old Hank Williams helped me feel better too.
nice poem.
I like that a lot.
great work. i really like that a lot.
nice!
i can’t seem to cry anymore, but I feel this………thanks for posting it
artist indeed.
identified.
i was feeling the same thing…
This poem is chock with emotion. Way to pack it in.
I can understand this poem completely. Especially during times we go through these struggles but it seems so comforting because it was neccesary for us to go through the tribulation and to overcome. I think the feeling of weakness is natural after a battle, and there is a natural since of comfort that the war is over and your wounds can begin to heal without interruption from the previous pain that has now passed over into the oblivion.
RYC: Funny you should mention that, only the picture of the “Gleaner” was really edited, those others are as-is from the camera
ah,, i’ve many a day/night feeling like that..
beautiful Pete.. be well
*~matthew~*
nice…. sorry about not being able to hang man…. work has got me working evening and I have to talk to my boss about that.