Weekly Poem



here’s music from my soul,
with harmony words, not notes.

internal views, some fragile.
emotion laid dormant in my heart
until actions framed
those hidden thoughts,
with images in words.
mysteries revealed,
creations awesome beauty,
human suffering and sorrow
or the hope of those ideals.
the one who speaks herewith
does merely try to paint
with verse, a whim, a sigh,
a whispered heart’s complaint-
albeit sonnet, verse,
new prose or simple art.
so, thus dear friend,
(if i may call you such)
i pray, a hurt will heal,
a heart forgive and feel
His simple touch this day

Comments are closed.