Safe Hands

Spirits whisper secrets
to those who await
their gift

Beneath the sun and moon
patterns of thought
unfold.

Names carved into
stone and marble
or, etched onto steel
each revealing history
A wedge-shaped piece of heart
…left
sleeping inside safe hands
where love still leaves
its forever roses
within that
sound of peace.

~*~

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Magpie Tales #103

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

23 thoughts on “Safe Hands”

  1. Your poem is filled with peacefulness. Yes, all carved names bring with them history…as long as their names remain, their memory will not be erased.

  2. What an amazing piece of art work in both pic and works. You got it perfectly and that is one of the most incredible stone markers I have ever seen. The person inside must have been truly loved. I once saw a young angel carrying a puppy and of course, it was very old and it was for a little girl. It so inspired me that I wrote a story about it called “The 10 to 6”. Beautiful, Bre! Still miss you at OD. Love,Ann

  3. I’m as equally in awe of the image as I am of the words. You are the real deal, Bren! This is seriously fantastic!

  4. Oh, I’ve read a bunch of really nice inspirations garnered from that picture, but the sentimentality you used works the best for me. Amazing job, really a great take on the image. Thanks

  5. So peaceful today, even with the kind of creepy pic on display. Well I gues it’s not so bad, as long as those are wood/stone and not the real hands of some lass or lad…haha

  6. A wedge-shaped piece of heart
    …left
    sleeping inside safe hands
    where love still leaves
    its forever roses
    within that
    sound of peace.

    that makes for a beautiful close…and image for us to end on in this bren…i often go to the city cemetary which is huge here and contains a lot of history…i find peace there often.

  7. Bren, love these words…sleeping inside safe hands
    where love still leaves
    its forever roses
    within that
    sound of peace.

  8. love the peaceful mood and the sleeping inside safe hands…love to walk the cemetery, reading the names and thinking about their stories…each revealing history…sure they do..

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