Poets ...
Who's this, that makes a poet's soul,
and motivates the heart?
Who exposes one's true yearnings.
in depths that's set apart.
What stirs the scribal cauldron's lust
that moves the pen to write?
What mysteries the quill brings forth.
does wisdom forge the light?
I know not where the winds may blow
as passion dwells within.
But I know this, that I will write
that truth is next of kin.
Deep in the canyons of my mind
that screams for sweet release,
I can't contain that precious brew -
a tide that cannot cease.
The universal Master's hand
this Doyen of all gifts.
Is likewise host to beauty's fest
and healer of all rifts.
R.Owen 26/08/2021
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Author Notes
I believe God gave gifts to men, that whatever that gift may be, if one can profit, that??s great, but that is not important, but it should be shared with others, that all may benefit. I write for my soul-sake, and because God gave this to me, it is my gift to share. I would have hesitated to write these words once, fear of being rejected or of being mocked would have stopped me, but now I do not, and nor should you.
Jesus said, I can do nothing with out the Father, for the Son only does what He sees the Father doing, whatever the Father does He is also doing. John 5 :19.
Jesus only did good things, The blind received sight, the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, the good news is preached to the poor. Matthew 11:5
God gives good gifts to men. Ephesians 4:8
Some are farmers, some raise sheep,
while some will spin on looms.
Soldiers fight and go to war,
while some may paint a room.
Thanks for reading, R.Owen
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