Month: January 2017

NESTLED IN GRACE


Cover me.
Fill me.
My naked
scars, and
emptiness.
May thy soul
lifts it’s
ancient
garments,
to nestle me
in peace.

I lay on dark beds
Sitting at the center
Of the universal bubble
___

Toss and turn
Mind leans on
Empty promises
My shield catch
Fire, my soul in
Retreat, almost
In surrender to
Despair
___

Why do you taunt
And ridicule me, in
Open fields, surrounded
By agitators
_____

Let love found me
In this mayhem
They point their
Arrows on my scars,
And drains my nectar
From the wells of my
Heart
___

Toss and turn
I sleep on the edge
My mind leans on fear
____

But God is great
In the eyes of the
Lover i find shelter
His love embrace
Shelters me from
The chaos of a
Stigmatizing
Wind, and voices
That has no faces.
____

A.G. McDaniels / 2017