The Glory of Grace Lost...

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GOlDsparklESS
Member

since 2001-12-13

Posts 428
central nj

0 posted 2002-08-28 02:06 AM

A moment of loss, in time
Will be considered in rhyme, with life
A harmonious glimpse if you listen
To the tales of heart
Hidden, yet written.

I wish I could touch my mother’s face
A grace for a
Stolen life
‘Blessed be
the glory of sins erased’,
  (calls a voice from a rarer place)
For knowledge is faith of a
Legacy inherit
Within the shrouds of falter and merit
  Are the ardent flames which consume
And build temples inside
  For the blood that burns my heart holy
Sanctifies the memory of a life not lived in vain.

There’s sacredness in all
The profane and the profound
The insane and the rational
The rare and the mundane
The genius and the idiocy
The meek and the mighty
The sun and the black hole
The cancer and my mother…

Yes.

There’s even glory in death.

The moment is at hand.
The rhymes of life are giving you her glories.
Don’t forget to breathe and know that you are loved.
A lesson learned is burned
into my heart indelible.

Live for this moment
Seize it and hold it
Find your soul in it
And render it golden

For sacred surrenders
Are moments of eternity asunder

...and Found.

VAS
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-11-16

Posts 7450
Oregon

1 posted 2002-08-29 09:54 AM

Absolutely superb writing and imaging. There are so many places this piece grabbed this reader. I do wonder about one thing, did you actually mean "inherent" in the following stanza, rather than "inherit" or is it a bit of a pun to go with "legacy?"

wish I could touch my mother’s face
                       A grace for a
                       Stolen life
                       ‘Blessed be
                       the glory of sins erased’,
                         (calls a voice from a rarer place)
                       For knowledge is faith of a
                       Legacy inherit
                       Within the shrouds of falter and merit
                         Are the ardent flames which consume
                       And build temples inside
                         For the blood that burns my heart holy
                       Sanctifies the memory of a life not lived in vain.

Whether on the shoal or on the shore,
I'll seek the lighthouse evermore.

the_loner_23
Member Ascendant

since 2002-06-08

Posts 5479
Jacksonville, Florida, USA

2 posted 2002-08-29 01:53 PM

This is good

Cold hands means a warm heart

GOlDsparklESS
Member

since 2001-12-13

Posts 428
central nj

3 posted 2002-08-31 11:46 AM

Thanks for your comments.

And yes, the 'inherit' was intentional...

all I can say is

to live gratitude is to touch Heaven...

O' to be delivered from the realm of the rational into pure song...

EagleScorpion
Senior Member

since 2000-03-08

Posts 1644
Here, Now, Forever

4 posted 2002-08-31 01:56 PM

manisha this poem a is look inside your heart i feel almost unworthy to read. your mothers a happy happy person now. dont worry. :-) This poem deserves more replies.

Life is a lonely journey to, and a heavy-hearted departure from three words. I LOVE YOU

EagleScorpion
Senior Member

since 2000-03-08

Posts 1644
Here, Now, Forever

5 posted 2002-08-31 01:58 PM

For sacred surrenders
Are moments of eternity asunder

...and Found.

::applause::

Lady In White

Member Elite

since 2001-02-12

Posts 2799
USA

6 posted 2002-08-31 04:38 PM

I know this story...
and the subsequent glory...
thank you, I know this was painful,
but you inherited her grace, as well...

EagleScorpion
Senior Member

since 2000-03-08

Posts 1644
Here, Now, Forever

7 posted 2002-09-16 01:20 AM

bump!

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