Friday, February 14, 2014

Poetry 2-14-14


I sometimes think, "Why waste the ink on many lines of rhyme?
And is it right to sit and write just wasting precious time?
This exercise is just a guise if few come here to read.
A dream it was and all because I wanted to succeed.
I know I ought, but thoughts are naught.  I'm running out of steam.
I'm having fits of knowing it's a nightmare, not a dream.
So 'what's the use?'  That's my excuse to set aside my pen.
With water cup, I'll hang it up and never write again."

I must admit that I'm unfit to write another day!
Vast thoughts were stored for you dear Lord yet I've no words to say!
But plant the seed...?  I must indeed, then watch as letters flow -
out into phrasing so amazing that all readers know -
these poems shine 'cause they're not mine!  It's God who writes each poem!
He guides my pen, again, again until the soul can know Him!
I used to think, "Why waste the ink on poetry and such?"
But if the goal's to save the soul, it matters very much.

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