Listening to every heart
Knocking Once Again, God
Iím awfully tired Lord, and I do not want to be ~ ~
Iíd rather be selfish, Lord, and write my poetry.
There are some folks out there, on a special net
who have praised my words, and now, yet
those words I wrote donít mean so very much
like writing about someoneís special touch
about being in love, or even being in pain
about a sunís magic, or the magic of rain.
Yet, for relief from my thoughts, I go there to read
the other poetsí words, for theyíre what I need;
they mirror some feelings, they speak to the heart
Iím sure Youíre not amazed at the wisdom they impart.
I thank you Lord, for the catharsis youíve shown
in the enchantment of writing about the unknown,
never suspecting my words would be a part
of touching otherís sympathies, and their hearts.
So naturally I will pray that you
continue to care for the folks that do
read, and write, and create wonderful art
so that I may find rest, and a place to lay my heart.
15 September, 1999
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow