Morning Prayer

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Morning Prayer

low-bent brow
pressed upon breast
of He who comes to woo me

softest caress of grace
sent – received in freedom
stronger bond in choice unbound
than prideful boast
of braggart insecure

heart bled dry
for all

mourning souls
turned far away from
light – in truth
no darkness found
blackest night as day
reflective of the Son

no need has He of my refrain
yet heaven bound my chorus sings



©RhymeLovingWriter 2016

[acrousticrhymefan]

a very reflective poem and a great use of celestial image technique.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Thank you acrousticrhymefan. It did indeed become my morning prayer this day.

[MHenry]

One can sense grant Sensei's influence here, which you have employed to great effect, RLW!

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Perhaps - as he is master with both paintbrush and poetry. I have only words, and a very tender heart to stand in my stead, but they are directed in a way which suits, and honors in a way I can lovingly abide. Thank you for taking time to comment MHenry!

[DWAYNE]

This is wonderfully lyrical and emotive!

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Thanks DWAYNE - I do like to emote!

[grant hayes]

To channel eros thus is the necessary threshold of the saintly road. And, of course, the one who has crossed that threshold will deny any skerrick of saintliness. That is par for the course.

A fine addition to a long tradition, Rhymist. It is the fourth stanza that most intrigues me.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Thank you Grant. I am a saint-in-the-making - as are we all! That particular verse is my attempt at a paraphrase of Psalm 139:11-12.