A Personal Reflection

On Being a Poet

A Poem: Other Poets

Other poets pen more magnificently,
With rhyme and rhythm on angel wings;
Words in perfect harmony,
Stanzas speaking beyond the page,
Saying more than mere letters
Strung together in proper order;
Beyond brain’s comprehension,
Into the heart, 
Into the soul,
Painting pictures of beauty and truth.

Other poets pen more magnificently,
But God has given me
This gift of creativity;
No matter how small,
No matter how insignificant.
To neglect, to ignore,
This gift would be sin.
So, I sit in the shade of giants,
Writing my little lines,
Leaning against their greatness,
Learning from their genius,
And scrawl simple word etchings
On the walls of eternity. 

A Prayer: Father, You Formed Me

Father, you formed me
In my innermost being.
There is no one like me.
You created me with,
A unique
Personality,
Physical attributes,
Abilities and gifts,
A mind to think,
Humor to laugh,
Spirit to worship you.
May all I do this day,
And every day,
Give you glory,
Praise, 
And honor,
For my oneness
In your image.

A Passage: For Reflection

And whatever you do, in word or in deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.
— Colossians 3:17 CSB