Lashed to the mast of selfish yesteryears
To words unspoken, and the moment lost,
I live the instant in recurring fears
For no atonement now could find its cost
If I could only take the years back now
and hold your hand, unsay all that you heard
all would I give to kiss your distressed brow
and from your heart remove my savage word
Grace comes at last in welled up tears
swathing the rawness of this ancient grief
calming the violence of repentance fierce
yielding finally into your loving hands this unbelief
emboandme The prodding of a restless heart 
So beautiful, directly touched my heart.
I love it, it speaks to me.
“this ancient grief”, is an excellent combination.
All the best, ❤
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Thank you dear artist, our hearts are the canvass of every emotion that we express and feel in our lifetime. 🙂
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You are most welcome, Dear Alice.
So true; and your sentence is so beautiful and inspirational.
Thank you.
All the best, ❤
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Such a beautiful poem. This line in particular struck a chord in me: “If I could only take the years back now and hold your hand, unsay all that you heard.” It reminds me of my frailty, the power of words, and their impact on another person. So many times I’ve let emotions take over and said things I almost immediately regretted. My penance for inflicting pain ion another is living with the knowledge that I’ve wounded them.
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Gorgeous writing–God bless you.
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