October 23, 2021
I don’t have to chisel my words into rock.
Though I write on a tablet, it’s charged in a dock.
No matter how captured, how poems unfold,
Sharing words from the heart I pray never grows old.
Poetic expression reflects what’s inside.
Words keep me humble there’s no room for pride.
I’m amazed at how easily words seem to flow.
How long I’ll keep rhyming I’ve no way to know.
Sometimes I’m up early with no one around.
I type on a touch screen, just silence, no sound.
Sometimes in a lobby, I’m part of a crowd,
Just capturing words, not reciting out loud.
If rhyming’s old fashioned, no longer in vogue,
Then call me a rebel, and label me rogue.
I pray I write words that can linger a while.
Soothing and comforting’s always in style.
I pray as I share, in some small way assist,
An inward reflection that’s hard to resist.
I pray you find harmony, peace in your heart.
God’s love that’s eternal will never depart.