230814 My Poetry

My Poetry

I've had some people ask of me

From whence comes all my poetry

So've written poem so you'll see

The origin; it's backstory

I've always enjoyed things that rhyme

Made own attempts from time to time 

For I was raised on Mother Goose

Sweet nursery rhymes and Dr. Seuss

Though seldom composed poetry

Until in place of misery

I found it brought me great relief

In dealing with my profound grief

For as I put my words to pen

Slowly began to breathe again 

Expressing pain, I came to find

The hurt I felt wasn't just mine

For those I held the most closely

Were also hurting, just like me

So could relate to words I wrote

For, by in large, were in same boat

As others came to read my prose

Though unaware of my deep woes

Found words that they themselves could use

In dealing with their own issues 

Writing began as way to cope 

But soon turned into one of hope

For I can say with certainty 

That divine hand was guiding me

I take no credit for my lines

For I know that the words aren't mine

Each day, each message's given me

Comes to me from the Lord, you see

I've learned to listen and obey

To write what God wants me to say

Not try to force when words won't come 

But trust the Lord will send me some

A gift that I don't take lightly

For comes with responsibility 

To keep my pride out of the way

And say only what told to say

I'm humbled by this every day

That God is using me this way

To bless others as I've been blessed

Do just my part - God does the rest

So I will write each day until 

God says it's no longer his will

But until then, I'll share with you

A helpful, hopeful word or two

And pray, with rhyming words I speak

Deeper relationship you'll seek

With one, true God, who's seeking you

Wants you to hear Him clearly, too

1 Peter 4:10

As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God's varied grace

James 1:17

1 Corinthians 10:31

Romans 12:6-8