Best Saving Grace Poems
Strident howling I heard and feared it was my cat
Ran to the porch to find a ball of fluff at bat
A large hawk dive-bombing on a wee baby owl
To find it unprotected evoked a fierce scowl
I stood between the aggressive hawk and its prey
It lunged at me viciously ‘fore it flew away
The barn owl sat on my porch, puffing for a while
I christened the babe “Grace” and continued to smile
She seemed content to stare at me that morn in spring
It was at least ten minutes before Grace took wing
When summer arrived with exhausting, dreadful heat
I was swimming at night when I heard such a treat
Grace had never even left my backyard, you see
Her repayment for kindness was to croon to me
As I moved some years later, I shed a few tears
Knowing Grace’s nightly song I’d no longer hear
Loyalty is built on faith and trust over time
Though she’d once been small, I left her in her prime
*True event. I later learned that owls are very loyal creatures. Written July
29, 2014 and dedicated to Grace.
God’s Saving Grace
Sudden flashes of lights
Brings me out of my fog
I panic slamming the brake
Still to close
I gear down
Hearing the skidding tiers
Smelling rubber
Overwhelmed by terror
Traffic coming from both directions
I grip tight to the wheel turning it
To the left on a two way street
I glance to the right of my vision and see
I’ve Leaping into the path
Of an oncoming truck
Feeling completely helpless
Knowing it was going to hit my right side of my car
I glance forward to the sight of a ditch
I turn the wheel left to avoid going in
I Hit gravel
Then a thump back on the road
As the steering wheel is jerking left to right
Right to left out of control
At that moment
I see my son in a vision
Watching the terror he went through
Avoiding a deer and running into a pond
A few years back
At that moment
God stands as my Master
With arms out stretched
God takes control of my world
He reaches out
Pushing the truck away
To the right to avoid hitting me
The truck is forced into an oncoming car
God reaches out to the left and stopped it
He takes hold of my world
And takes control
Of my steering wheel
And safely makes me come to a stop
On the side of the road
Facing the wrong direction
I sit in shock shaking uncontrollably
Marveling the miracle
That had just happen
I pulled in safely into a driveway to calm down
I make the sign of the Cross
And whispered prayers of
God saving grace
Because He took control
I didn’t have the skill
To do what I did
Three days later I’m still in tears
Of the nightmare
I went through
A movie being playing over and over
Of a vision of God stretching out His arms
Guiding everyone
I’m blessed with the relationship
I have with God
Believing in His miracles
His guardian angels
Archangel Michael
© 7/3/2015
Introduction: Don’t you quit no matter how hard it is, no matter how much you struggle.
This is called life; this is the test, with its twists and turns. Make the best out if it.
We just have to believe in Almighty’s light, His saving grace and follow the Grande hope
up to the end of the tunnel, until the end of our lives.
When time gets tough, days seem long
As sometimes it does, you feel the song,
When heroes depart, hearts sink below
And most of us smile, as we feel them glow,
When past calls back to remind us of them
Some tears fall down, even out of gem.
When life gets rough, through those tough times
Just don’t give up, on hope we survive,
We wonder how everything’s still here
That’s when we believe, we have Him to share,
Faith is that bird, which reminds us at night
By singing its songs, that calls us to light
Confusions arise, when fear overcomes
Happiness glow dim, as trusts come undone,
Hearts and rules are made to be broken
In order to improve those that’s unspoken,
Some may confound the truth with the lies
That’s why He gave, us these two eyes.
You make your own choice with the dreams you shelter
That seems way uphill, just makes you stronger,
If you fall thousand times, you don’t quit the tour
You succeed one time and you reach your goal,
To some it seems hard, to you it’s the art
Some may just quit but you try and try, till the new start.
Your hands reach to heaven, but your heart speaks to hell
Once you were an angel, seduced by sin, you fell
Your soul is warm and giving, your heart is cold as ice
Your devil makes you foolish, your angel wants you nice
Choices, you're making the wrong ones each hour
Once a red rose, now your a withered dying flower
Your hard life has taken a toll, once a beauty now a troll
Needing redemption, you look above to save your soul
You got to give up the devil, if you want God to show mercy
Put down the crutch and let God's hands set you free
Aware that He is there, you know you must surrender
Release all the sins the devil has you drowning under
Life of hanging with the devil is one He didn't condemn
Your hands reached to heaven, He's taken hold of them
This is a parody I wrote to the song of "Wrecking Ball" I believe this is inspirational, and could draw someone closer to God. This poem, or song, tells a little story, coming from my life, that I was struggling, and found my rest in God. I hope you do to. :)
Sometimes
Life throws
A wrench
Into your side,
Trin' knock you down.
You scream
And cry
Into the night,
But no one
Is ever around.
Call upon His name,
He will save the day,
He has always loved you.
Don't you live a lie,
Running from His side,
He will always love you.
And He will be your saving grace,
He died for you on the cross that day,
Saving you from what you deserved.
So you could be with Him,
Eternally.
Be with Him,
Eternally.
You fight,
And yell,
With all
Your friends,
And now
You're tumbling down.
You lost
The fight,
All through
The night
You pray,
You're asking Him 'why?'
Call upon His name,
He will save the day,
He has always loved you.
Don't you live a lie,
Running from His side,
He will always love you.
And He will be your saving grace,
He died for you on the cross that day,
Saving you from what you deserved.
So you could be with Him,
Eternally.
And He will be your saving grace,
Saving you from all you sin and shame,
Instead of letting you fall so hard,
He has given you a second chance,
To be with Him,
Eternally.
Keep you eyes trained on Him,
Don't you ever look away.
Make sure that you read and pray,
Draw you attention to His eyes.
Keep you eyes trained on Him,
Don't you ever look away.
Make sure that you read and pray.
Call upon His name,
He will save the day,
He has always loved you.
And He will be your saving grace,
He died for you on the cross that day,
Saving you from what you deserved.
So you could be with Him,
Eternally.
And He will be your saving grace,
Saving you from all you sin and shame,
Instead of letting you fall so hard,
He has given you a second chance,
To be with Him,
Eternally.
To be with Him,
Eternally.
The black-as-widow’s-weeds night of endless stars
was so cold...
cruel as temperature
plunged its frigid fingers feeling through my being
fondling my heart and soul without mercy
molesting me - taunting my will to live
and just when I thought
the ice water in my shivering veins would kill me
there she was
she came shyly at first
demurely spreading
her pinkening skirts over the horizon
while her blushing complexion
deftly gelded the darkness
I prayed-I pleaded-I made deals
(with who? you don’t want to know..)
that her warming smile would be my saving grace…
It began to slowly dawn on me
as she flexed her sinewy heat waves
flaunting her solar power
that I was caught
between false hope and no deliverance
for the desert sunrise-to-sunset
now faced-off and challenged me
with barren bone-dry intensity
sucking dry the new dew
and any life
containing moisture
weathered granular remains
of ancient feldspar and quartz
with eons of sifting and shifting boredom
took on a hell-raising life of their own
as the fire-breathing celestial sorceress casted spells
of smoke and mirror mirages
and magically made ridges of rippling blond sands
glisten like scales of a million skimming sidewinders
writhing in joy at my agony—
it’s amazing
how cold I feel when I have been so burned
again I face a desolate night
— deserted —
without a blanket
Susan Ashley
April 29, 2018
Widow’s Weeds: For women of 19th century England, a custom of mourning that involved wearing heavy, concealing, black clothing and the use of heavy veils of black crepe. The entire ensemble was colloquially known as ‘widow’s weeds’.
Mourning - Wikipedia
bursting with colour
fall's harmony delights
leaves playfully dance
darkness blankets the sky.
the crispness in the air
sharply pricks my cheeks
tears feel like icicles
stinging, unforgiving, cold.
the beach is deserted
long gone is the laughter
all i hear is the ocean
waves violent & crashing.
what once was my sanctuary
i only feel lost & alone
the emptiness overwhelms me
reality too much for me to bear.
i fall to my knees
sand coarse, knuckles white,
wrapped tightly in dispair
i begin to rock; i rock.
time has no meaning
as i gasp for air
nose running, lips quivering
i am scared; out of control.
his heart is frozen, eyes vacant and haunting
a souless shell in disguise, as a caring man
was who i chose to love, and who he chose to hate me.
the how & why i don't understand
as the brutality of his words
cruelly replay; they replay
breaking my heart, piece by piece.
a homeless man limps over to me
i look up, smile, his eyes are kind,
he gently puts his hand on my shoulder
and stares out at the ocean with me.
i try to calm my shaking body
extend my wobbly hand to his
he has one limb & three fingers missing
i accept as he helps me to stand.
on this desolate beach
feeling isolated & broken
i realized at that very moment
this man with kind eyes
was my saving grace.
suffering in silence, i allowed
abuse and rage, i quietly accepted.
for it was this tender, gentle man who
showed me love in it's purest form.
A saving grace from
The stormiest weather
A sun to shine down upon
Drying up my sopping tears
To place them in a basin of
Your love
SAVING GRACE
In the middle of the universe, I stand
Where it all revolves around man
Selling and consuming disastrous blends
Burning the candle at both ends
Neglecting duty, overriding beauty
This story of the ages, never told by sages
Who lived in the bell jar, with the fat cats in the big car
Where small minds, busied and blind
Lost the human race
NO ONE’S SAVING GRACE!
2.4.15: J. Polatnick
Submission: In the Middle of the Universe, I stand
Grace sings…
In glorious praise
Heaven’s healing, hope
Riding the waves of inspiration,
Laughter, light, gratification
Grace smiles…
Sending peace and promise
Rare joy, breathing from a heart
Felt by the music, the rhythm
Poetry, psalms, wisdom
Grace breathes…
Silencing all the worries,
Reassuring, inspiring, charming
Filling the spirit with wonder
Miracles, blessings, dreams
Grace frees…
Comforting the soul
Soothing away all the hurt
Restoring the melody of light
Sparkling, shining, rousing
Grace stirs…
Coloring the heart
In hues of serenity, amity
Peace that is like a solace
Healing, heartening, gentling
Grace whispers…
Intimate truths, belief
To the soul who knows He is
The way through every distress
Splendor, sensitivity, glorious
Grace brings…
Adoration, celebration, worship
For the One who made all life worthwhile
The One who abides inside to provide
Assurance that His love will never doubt
Grace believes…
Beholding all the splendor
His kiss against the spirit
Rustle of silent contentment
Embracing, enfolding, awakening
Grace knows…
His love is much stronger than pride
When He forgives, it is forever – surviving
All the sorrows, the darkness, the weariness
His love erases every tear that appears….
Listen to His love – grace soothes every fear
Listen to His glory – the light upon His face
Listen to His music – creating joy as we praise
The One who brings the answers, the way…
To reach beyond our concern, so we can learn…
Of One who inhales faith and exhales a way
To breathe life – real life, from His saving grace!
Wrath whirled in the air, and satan manoeuvred around.
Darkness enclosing around, with memories of the past jeering at me.
Pain blistering my heart breaking my being, shattering me
Their laughter ringing in my ears.
Cold wind pricking my skin and loneliness filling my life for years.
My life becoming a curse for me.
Time aviated and with a sudden lurch, so did my life
Shattered pieces of my heart hitching as love filled me
Light ablazed in this darkness of mine
Making my soul stalwart, like it was never effete
Hope repleted my life like i was never bereaved.
To think, this life would become a paradise for me!
Like an astral, she flared into my aphotic sky,
Filling my empty life with glee.
What a salvage she was; which no one else could ever be.
A Flicker of hope, invaded in this soul of mine
Florets of love grew in my arid heart.
She infused life in my deceased soul and
Traded my silence with an euphonic rhythm of delight.
She may not be my blood, but, heavens forbid, she is the other half of mine.
I am not deserted, neither is she
No matter how isolated we are
We shall still remain the two wings of a queen bee.
My algid heart beats for the ardor of her arms
And my soul is fated to burn at her laughter
For This is what she is-
A miracle in my damned life.
MY NEMIISIS…MY SAVING GRACE
poetry
captured
my hate
changed
my fate
I had no choice
it chose me
as a rescue
remedy
I play with words
with people’s
minds
I
love to tease
and
fantasize
an addiction
affliction
pre-
disposition?
or just
a
pantomime
© Kim van Breda—7 August 2015
I’m just so sick and tired
Of pretending I’ll be okay
When all I’ve ever wanted
Was to be given the time of day
The greatest desire that flows
Through my veins
When my death comes
I’ll say what I need to say
You are not what you’ve done
We have all made the wrong
Mistakes in life
This life is a fight
But no matter what you think you know
You are never alone
You are never too far from
Saving Grace
Some nights I don’t think it’s even me
Inside of my mind
There’s things that I have done,
There’s things I have said
That makes me believe I deserve to be dead
What if they saw the real me
Would they run and flee
Oh so far away from me
You are not what you’ve done
We have all made the wrong
Mistakes in life
This life is a fight
But no matter what you think you know
You are never alone
You are never too far from
Saving Grace
I’m so tired of making the same mistakes
I need to run so far away from the place
My mind is my prison
My heart is my downfall
Take me out of my hell
If you’ve ever felt this way
Won’t you take my hand
Let’s start a new day
The sun will rise again
Let’s pave a new path
Leave behind the sin and the shame
It’s time to shine again
You are not what you’ve done
We have all made the wrong
Mistakes in life
This life is a fight
But no matter what you think you know
You are never alone
You are never too far from
Saving Grace
When empty bubbles of stillness brimmed the place
Upon an emerald carpet of meads, she genuflected with gathered grace
Of languished bones and reverence plucked from nunhood hearts.
Mighty potentate dear, the wonted beseeching starts.
Oh! May the taper of thought illuminate the native firmament of youth
With eternal beams of clemency and immaculate truth.
May remnants of vernal days, emulate the unsullied string of murmuring Rhine
Which lofty silvern moon looks through in her decline.
Oh! Bestow sleets of diamond, shower the withering faith abundantly
My genuine night in ancient might and atrous raven majesty
Never admits a lucid ray of Cynthia's placid light
Nor scarce a pristine spark from virgin Lilies white.
In festal exuberant mirth, flowers rich in prime often steep
Banished from fervid fancies, my dreams slither from sepulchres of sleep
Dreary like spectres embroidered in soot-black cloak
Yoked with throat gripping images of woe, clawed than forked foot of hawk.
Oh! Grand down the enormous wing of unyielding throes
Intercepting the sun's beam of daffodil gold to disclose
The jolly throng of seeming friends in vizard faction knit.
Raze with fanged rust, the malignant swarm of antagonizing foes assailing in skits.
Once these cheeks flushed bright than crimson blossoms glow
Alack! Over those, briny springs of melancholy flow
From heights of penitence, from depth of pain suppressed
Creeping like subtle snakes from hollowed cavities of earth's breast.
Since wisdom hoarded in writhled lores and hoary sage
Never fades, stroked by boundless surges of age.
Since the raging cold of thawed snow, is kindly kept in summer's temperate heat
The severe taste of my delayed revenge, is neither lost in circles of time nor deplete.
Oh! Divine celestial quill, in rich characters of light, write…
Before the blind sentence groped to distinct light
Restless billows of black-faced misery, wretched the brass-chain of words away
Her thoughts bitter and sweet mingled without delay.
Through hollowed glades redoubled echoes nimbly fly
Plumed like pinions in boundless circles scan the scaled sky
Bearing the closing effort of sacred orisons, sealed with despairing cry
Imploring the sovereign sublime, perched upon Elysium throne
Oh! “Let go the string, before this withering faith is tempest blown."
When winter shows its face, a death occurs,
those living plants unable to draw breath,
whose leaves turn brown and wither on the vine
as freezing winds tear through the grassy land.
The roses drop their petals one by one,
the ferns dry up with shrunken, curling fronds
and shriveled 'mums transform to brittle stems.
If we gaze through the window now, we view
a world so drab, we yearn for spring to rise
above the hardened soil and pierce the earth
in hues which veer from dull to rainbow bright.
Yet as we sigh and sense this winter gloom
descend, the wind itself damps down and sends
soft flakes to cover death in shrouds of white;
a mourning so bewitching, we recant
all thoughts of spring, but revel in the snow
and praise the One whose gift can still enchant.