The Poet's Prayer Poem by Dennis Lange

Like oaks bow down before the wind,
I come with bended knee:
Almighty God, source of my strength,
Here's all I ask of Thee -

Sweet inspiration as a spark,
The boldness to begin,
The discipline to finish well,
The kindnesses of men.

Please feed the gift You've given me
(Like moon tends to the tide) ,
While bringing drought and famine to
Starve out my quickened pride.

May blessings like the billows roll;
Let verses fall like dew.
And when it's time for my last line,
May I end it with You.