I've seen the poems that you write
And errors that you've missed.
Some lines were full of great insight,
Yet more if you persist.
That's up to you. So do your best.
Reach up towards the stars.
As if that were your holy quest.
The one none could surpass.
For God proves patient with the meek,
No matter rich or poor.
For God made you to be unique
And He knows what's in store.
Just think beyond the here and now,
What future years could bring.
The treasure trove God could allow,
When you start pondering.
For in the poems you begin
Would God dismiss your heart?
Or would He want to help you win
With wisdom to impart?
A little nudge from memories
To guide you on your path.
A happy time that granted peace
Or helped to make you laugh.
A midnight dream that stirred your soul,
A precious prophecy,
A chance to see you've got a role,
A wondrous destiny.
Can you afford to let these slip,
Ignoring what could bless?
As if somehow to lose your grip,
Or tolerate much less?
I couldn't let my life be so
When poetry's like gold.
God's shown to precious words we owe
The greatest story ever told…
Denis Martindale June 2020.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem