Sunday, September 8, 2013


This 100 word poem is linked to the word prompt Salvation for Saturday Centus.   To read other offerings, just click here.

Golden grace of morning.

Evening cannot do as well.

We kept praying for sunrise.


Evening fell.

And I wonder will youth still be laughing

on the day we come ashore,

from the ocean we’ve been sailing?

This boat cannot

float anymore.

Eagle soars to heaven.

Dove cannot fly quite so close.

Though the dove has all the beauty,

It is only near at most.

And I wonder will men

still be fighting

on the day we come to ground

from the skies we’ve been gliding?

Where will all my peace be found?

Where will all your peace be found?

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lissa said...

is this a prayer? lots to think over. great piece for SC.

hope you have a sweet day.

Gail said...


pasqueflower said...

Beautiful poem. Praying for peace as the hawks circle.

Tracy Cook said...

what a thought provoking piece of prose

Viki said...

This is beautiful. It reminds me so much now about what choices the government makes to get involved in conflicts, ugh!

Karen S. said...

Oh by gosh sometimes, especially lately that question beckons all around me. It's so odd that at times when at those moments I'm really in search of peace, it has a way of slipping in!

Amy said...

Sigh. Simply beautiful. You really have a talent, Jenny.

Anonymous said...

Love the photo and the poem!

RNSANE said...

I think that is a beautiful poem.

Busy Bee Suz said...

This is beautiful Jenny. I sure hope my peace will be found within myself. XO