The Poem

The words you gave; a gift to me,

So filled my lungs with your own breath

I exhaled the words you see:

Life with height, depth, and breadth.

Playing with words in a pale try

To tell this truth in one more rhyme:

“The love Divine who rescued me,

Inspires the poem I try to be.”

The words you gave were like the sea

In sandy shores of my vast soul

Alive with things I’ve yet to see

Beneath the surface of the roll

The tumult of the storms without

Create the waves that bid me doubt.

Your words, inside of mine, I keep;

They are the stillness of my deep.

The words you gave; a gift to me,

Became a tribute I can hear

Gratitude and honesty

Healed the deafness of my ear.

This is my rhyming, rhythmic thrill

True, grateful words born of my will:

“The love Divine who rescued me,

Inspires the poem I try to be.”