When poems shine through your mind,
reflecting thoughts, like through a prism,
what do the verses then remind?
A jewel, glittering with rhyme?
Gemstones of the words refined,
fixed in the settings of the rhythm?
Or would you find them too artless,
ingenuous, of simple sort?
Would you receive these lines, regardless,
because in them the poet’s heart is,
the means to harness any darkness
and to the light of God exhort.
The words that polished by my tears,
touched by the depth of sleepless nights,
like pearls in shells caressed for years,
would someone welcome them, who hears,
who has attuned to verses ears,
and finds there gleaming lights?
One day the waves of Time will throw
them on the coast of your soul, -
would they set your heart aglow
or lift your moods unduly low?
Could seeds of pearls, which verses sow,
help grow your faith, making whole ?
I do believe that words contain
the powers, given by the Lord,
when they don’t break your brain,
when they nourish and sustain,
and help your faith to remain
embedded in the Saviour’s Word.
31.03.2019