Contemporary Feelings of Peace, a poem by me

Open your eyes, for I know they are tired.

Pull back your shades,

Let light flood the dark hollows

of your many halls.

Know that you are saved,

so long as you do the saving.

Know the face of Grace,

when she looks you in the eyes.

Let Nature baste your faith,

as the lark alights the skies.

Bath in the glory

of all things--

Beautiful.

-B(ouncing) B(etty) a.k.a.me, 2012