Late Night Charms Hold the Graces and Fates of Darkness Fall
Poem

It's in the early hours of the day
The latest hours of the night
When moments trickle not like moonbeams
But like sequins
It's in these time our wants become fierce
Our desires complacent
The strike of the night ruptured in all forgiveness of the light that does not reach it
The forbearance of welcome is a reach instead of matters more the becoming
It's in our rising that changes dark mornings to sunshine
The blessings will be great and the light I hold in mind in each rapturous moment that gives all, takes nothing
Leaves one bare and shining
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About the Creator
Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle
Vocal Top Story 13 times + Awesome Story 2X. Author of Award Winning Novel Small Tales and Visits to Heaven XI Edition + books of poems, etc. Also in lit journal, anthology, magazine + award winning entries.


Comments (7)
Fabulous inspirational poem!!! Loving it!!!❤️❤️💕
This is surprisingly haunting, yet so beautifully inspirational.- Anneliese
Beautiful piece. Well done.
“ The blessings will be great and the light I hold in mind in each rapturous moment that gives all, takes nothing” beautiful poem Lisa 🥰. Love this !
I can feel your love of poetry from the words you choose. Good job!
Love it ❤️💯👍
this is great. love it!