Out of the ashes was born my belief
Grown in the grave of the garden of grief
Watered in winter of world-weary woe
Grace and the goddess they caused it to grow
Grace and the goddess they loved me for free
Soothed me with salt from the steely blue sea
Wooed me and won me, renewed me, reformed
Succoured my sorrow and faith in me formed
Grace and the goddess they caused it to bloom
Down in the dank of the dungeon’s grey gloom
Laid like a lotus as boat braved the swell
Faith, she had found me and saved me from hell
Out of the darkness of dread and despair
Into the lighthouse of comfort and care
Solemn from sleep and the world’s septic breath
Grace and the goddess divorced me from death
- Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 17th, 2018 09:52
- Comment from author about the poem: for Lorraine
- Category: Love
- Views: 14
Comments1
Very good emotion laden write.
Thank you so much.
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