The Pleasure Of The Poet Poem by Denis Martindale

The Pleasure Of The Poet



The pleasure of the poet stays
Long after poems penned,
Beyond the nights, beyond the days,
Beyond this world, my friend...
For God remembers words sublime,
Meant for another's good,
Beyond the poet's thoughts on time,
If truly understood...

For this life comes and this life goes
And stars no longer shine,
Yet there's a debt that each soul owes
To words that stay divine...
For God empowers prophets here
Across the centuries,
Beyond their words that dispel fear,
That strengthen, teach or please...

God's poets preach or entertain
Through Bibles now and then,
God only knows how much we gain
In ways beyond our ken...
Discretion borne of poems read,
The foolish thus made wise,
A warm heart blessed by a cool head
That treasures truth not lies...

The essence of the poet's task
Is sharing precious gold,
That follows on, if we but ask,
God's wisdom to unfold...
The pleasure comes when God's grace flows
To each heart, mind and pen...
What happens next God only knows,
Till God shares once again!


Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2013.

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