Grace

grace

 

In denim and in corduroy
The windowed eye does wink,
In light and dark and pain and joy
The blesséd memories sink
Into the cloistered earth below
Where impotent gods their grace bestow.

Give now an ear to held-fast speech
That rises from the deep,
That bundles needy pleading screech
For so the angels weep
Upon the cloistered earth below
Where impotent gods their grace bestow.

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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