A Hateful Eye

A poem by Beverly Stock.

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On anger’s stormy banks I stand,

And cast a hateful eye.

Across the bay, a happy land,

Where once my life I tried.

I was bred with pen in hand,

Words my balm, my faith,

Headed for the promised land,

Penning verse with grace.

Yet chilling winds and poisonous breath,

Did reach my side of shore.

Sickness, sorrow, pain and threat

I felt and wrote no more.

I yearn to claim that happy place,

I’d be forever blest,

Instead a metal mirror shows,

My twisted face, aghast.

A Hateful Eye has roots in lyrics from the hymn, On Jordan’s Stormy Banks, by Samuel Stennet, 1787, which is in the public domain. This poem was first published in Beverly’s first book, The Prayerful Poet. www.theprayerfulpoet.com

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Beverly Stock is an American poet who delights in creating poetry that asks big questions about small moments, and inspires readers to revisit the little memories we so often overlook. Her work has been published by The Society of Classical Poets, The Chained Muse, Persimmon Tree, and LightenUp-Online, in the UK. Visit BeverlyStockPoetry.com and BeverlyStockPoetry on Facebook.

A Hateful Eye

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