Prayer for a Poet

God of my heart, show me the way,
Give me words for my poems, I pray,
My muse be Love, 
My pathway Light,
And always to the world,
May I bring Joy.

In gratitude I offer my gift,
Given of Thee,
Shared, and returned,
Born of life, age,
And lessons learned.

Kingdom of Heaven, Christ within,
Far beyond the veils of sin,
Lead me and guide me on my Path,
Heedless of all worldly wrath,
Ego's fear, and senseless death.

Let me know without a doubt,
Love's pure Joy,
Inner Light,
And Peace without,
Manifested Forever.

So be it. Amen

Stop Talking!

Stop talking!

Oh, foolish tongue

That engages the swollen brain

In Reason's roar--

You flood the shore with words,

Unnecessarily.

Why explain what can only be understood by the Heart?

Your words convey nothing,

Are only idle chatter,

Nervous gestures

Seeking approval.

Let the reader understand,

As souls

Commune in silence.

For the pen tiptoes softly

Across the page,

Lest the Poet wakens

In a rage, 

Minds blissfully slumb'ring

In Ego's own Brilliance

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I Play with Words

I play with words the way

Potters mold clay and

Artists paint pictures

On a sunny day.

My figures are words,

Each landscape a paragraph,

My sunny day the same,

But seen through my eyes 

Differently than by the

Artist who paints what she sees,

The Potter who sculpts 

What she feels.

I create what I know,

Using words I've been

Taught by the

Secret thoughts of my 

Heart.

I play with words.

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