August 19, 2022
To make the world a better place
My poetry won’t win the race.
I may not know just how or why,
But every day I still can try.
Sometimes the little seeds I plant
Refuse to whither, say “I can’t.”
The words that enter through the ear
Take root in hearts that yearn to hear.
Some souls have soil that’s fertile ground.
They hear the words, find sweet the sound.
I pray the words will linger, stay,
Help those still searching find their way.
I pray each day to God above
He shows me ways to share His love.