The Shadow of His Wings

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The Shadow of His Wings

I placed my head within my hands and let the tear drops fall.
And thought about the failures past that seemed to cause it all.
The guilt, despair, the shame and grief that clawed and griped my soul.
Flowed down the path that I had paved, and began to take its toll.

I pondered all that I had lost and all the hurt I'd caused,
And mused,"How can I end it all?' Then suddenly , I paused.
Aware that all the answers to lifes perplexing "hows and whys",
Within my mind did not exist, in spite of all my tries.

"Comfort me!" The words sprang out. "Give me strenghth I plead
"To know forgiveness, mercy, grace, and the courage that I need.
And I will make my refuge in the shadow of Your wings,
Until these calamities have past me, and deliverance you bring."

My breathing lulled, my muscles eased, my heart did slow its pace.
The pain that had inflamed my soul, was gone, without a trace.
And in its place a quietness, that seemed to float on air.
And in my hand I felt His grip, assurance He was there.

Then, the light above softened, and my heart began to sing.
For I knew I'd found my refuge, In the shadow of His wings

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SavVySam commented on The Shadow of His Wings

08-03-2009

This is a very powerful and inspiring piece! Kudos!

captaininsight commented on The Shadow of His Wings

12-19-2008

thats ...consider putting. "...one of the best I've read on this sight"

captaininsight commented on The Shadow of His Wings

12-19-2008

I like this work. In line 7 I would considerutting your coma after"...to lifes,perplexing..." In line 17 I'd remove the coma after "Then..." I would place it after "...and,my heart..." Not that I would know however one of the best works I've read

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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