Grace,
floats softly down
on golden sunlit wings.
Love,
whispered into pain
makes the darkness sing.
Hope,
when held tightly
is no small thing.
~Mark Schutter ©2015
Mark Wayne – Author and Warrior
Sometimes there is no justice only mercy
Grace,
floats softly down
on golden sunlit wings.
Love,
whispered into pain
makes the darkness sing.
Hope,
when held tightly
is no small thing.
~Mark Schutter ©2015
Reblogged this on Exclusive Inflictions and commented:
These are fantastic! Well done, Mark. 🙂
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Beautiful poem. Your words gave me goosebumps. Loved the picture too. 😀
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Thank you so much Vashti!
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