Thou stern hand, harsh words were spoken
Is this why my heart is open
Thoughts betray me and then intrude
Could this be my interlude
What is it and how it came to be
There was question of you and me
One moments lapse and I remember
Times gone by so sweet and tender
Yesterdays and yesteryear
Where I did not have to live in fear
Nothing lost and nothing mentioned
Would this be my intervention
Stern heart and harsh words not spoken
This was the epitaph, but not my token
Thoughts help find my faith, that dwells within
But was I lost within the burdens of my sins
I held my head down in shame
And listen to the driving rain
And in my heart I felt the change
And from that day forth, I was never the same
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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