July 29, 2021
Most poems are best when taken slow.
Take time to pause and truly hear.
Let words sink in, have time to grow.
There’s likely more that will appear.
A mind can hear as words emerge,
And form a tune inside a head.
A heart absorbs and feels a surge,
Until at last the soul is fed.
Lord help me seek that which is good.
Read what is pure, words that are true,
That help me grow when understood.
Discover truths I never knew.
Lord feed my soul with words of old.
Instill in me a heart of gold.