Forming Lines

August 29, 2024

In the still of the morning before the world stirs
The dark before sunrise still clings to the sky,
That’s when I’m most open as insights occur.
It’s then I can capture the thoughts floating by.

I’m drawn to the truths that I find God’s book.
No matter the number of years that I’ve read,
I’m still finding morsels that I overlooked.
My soul has a feast as it’s nourished and fed.

My heart overflows in the form of a rhyme.
As the words form a line, and the lines become four,
The beat of my heart keeps the rhythm in time,
As though I’m composing and forming a score.

If the lines are well metered, not short or too long,
Perhaps they’ll form lyrics, transform into song.