My Replacement Poem by Denis Martindale

When my time comes and I depart,
God bless who's next in line,
With poetry inside his heart
Each knows to be divine...
Else there's no hope that he could share
Beyond Man's mortal schemes,
Nor spirit answers bathed in prayer
Explaining future dreams...

When my time comes and I must leave,
God bless that poet well,
With wondrous insights to receive
And parables to tell...
Else there's no joy that he could find
Beyond the commonplace,
Nor striving still to change Man's mind
To seek the Saviour's face...

When my time comes and I ascend,
God bless that writer's rhymes,
With more than thoughts that please his friends,
Grant words that fit the times...
Else how could he then prophesy
Beyond what Man calls good?
Yet teach that man to question why
So truths are understood...

When my time comes to bid adieu,
God bless what must be told,
With all the righteous to pursue
God's manna, good as gold...
Else my replacement has no chance
Beyond the worldly prose,
Yet still be kind and thus enhance
His wisdom as it grows...


Denis Martindale, copyright June 2014.