September 6, 2024
I pray what I say I align with my walk,
That I see all the places I need to adjust.
I try to hear heartstrings of others who talk,
Sometimes well hidden behind a thick crust.
Perhaps if I open my heart and I share
With the words that I write as I form them in rhyme,
Others may read them, become more aware,
Hear their own longings absorbing each line.
Perhaps they’ll discover the treasure, the gold,
That God placed inside them the day they were born.
Perhaps it’s still dormant, is yet to unfold,
Like a rose bud still hidden behind all the thorns.
I pray what I share from my heart with my pen
Helps others discover God’s light from within.