A Yorkshire Poet Poet Free verse

Shine

For I know of the stories of which you can tell

Tales of the evils of men,
tales of heaven and hell.

I know of the memories bestowed upon you —
dying in the trenches,
I can still hear them calling to you.

I know of the mysteries —
you’ve witnessed them all:
disappearing ships,
and when uninvited friends come to call.

I know of the pains
you’ve suffered alone —
the histories of violence
and wars we can’t know.

I know of the arts you inspired
through centuries and more;
I know of songs and sacrifices
claimed for you
as some kind of celestial God.

So I’d ask,
as I stand silently looking at you,
for nothing —
but say thanks
for the light
of bright moon.

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Beata Agustin November 7, 2025 at 11:17 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.