Peace In Rest - Poem by Ken Bennight
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.
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