“dark is the forest and full of grace”
I read this line and it made me pause
as I recalled spanish moss lace
concealing all the oak tree’s flaws
and how the path did twist and flit
around the thickets dark and deep
to clearings where light does acquit
the night as my soul’s love will keep
you, in the brambles, in the brush
and lost in deepest forest glen
and blind to dusky quiet hush
or if not lost, well……wandering, then.
Full of grace…oh grace so sweet
and falling soft as snow on leaf
to wash and bless your tired feet
and lead you home healed of all grief,
this is the cry of my soft heart
cut from the velvet cloth of night
and covering every broken part
with grace like stars dancing so bright.
What a joy to come home and read this after a day of more troubled thoughts… and I do indeed think of you as one of my favourite guides through the dark wood. 😉 xxx
Elli, I’m so honored to think of walking this tangled Mirkwood, our own Lothlorien carried in our hearts… This lil poem surprised me in its insistence in being born immediately, and then shocked me with its tender touch.
Stand by for a post regarding living a life of purposed Grace
At least if it was Fangorn, we’d have friendly Ents around to beat the stuffing out of all our orcish enemies… but your version is much more lyrical. 😉 I eagerly look forward to your post on purposed grace. A worthy subject indeed…
“you, in the brambles, in the brush
and lost in deepest forest glen
and blind to dusky quiet hush
or if not lost, well……wandering, then.”
❤
Dani…I love this lil poem like gold…
no, better
Very nice. 🙂
THANK YOU!! one of my personal favorites!