Keith Bickerstaffe Poet Verse

Stillpoint

The space binding darkness to light,
birthplace of visions where souls 
do not stray in exclusion but congregate 
wearing the mantle of mercy and peace.

Bitter arguments unreconciled, blessings 
never spoken, angry exchanges left wanting
of prompt resolution have no meaning here. 

All torments quieted, rumors and lies are 
forgiven, love and respect take their hold for those 
children of God who were wandering out in the cold.

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Denis Joe May 15, 2009 at 11:43 AM I like what you have done with this. it is good to read a poem that is, obviously, a celebration of words and how word seem to be used, in this, as metaphors (only realised by the last line). I don't know if it was intention to leave the 'are' out of the first line (after 'arguments') because you include it in the rest of the lines. I wonder if you exorcised 'are' from the poem would it read with a better flow. maybe I'm missing something.

Carrie Richards May 14, 2009 at 1:19 PM Embracing the peace...to leave behind all anger and torment and pain....what a comforting thought. May we all find that to be our place some day.

Carolyn Devonshire May 14, 2009 at 10:49 AM A moving description of the way heaven is perceived, Keith. Hopefully, we will all be able to share in the mercy and peace one day. Love, Carolyn