Peace In Rest Poem by Saint Cynosure
Peace In Rest
I feel a color bright has red,
a manor of a stand.
In temperment and worst for voice,
in a fistful clench of hand.
Harder now to breath a breath.
harder than is known.
Next the trench of darkedness,
next the name in stone.
Nothing does give life but GOD,
nothing does but take it.
The best of peace is found in rest,
and all of man forsakes it.
Friday, December 25, 2009
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9/23/2024 10:57:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This has such a classical feel about it. It's a real beauty of a piece. The last two lines really cinch it.