I wish I can hide inside a poetic bubble
to avoid each time double the trouble
My poetic mind from doubts stumbles,
my heart from uncertainties crumbles.
I am like many budding poets on the run
Intimidated by poets laureates bright Sun.
One solace I have we’re equal in God's eyes
And God hears equally our lamenting cries.
And if I could wish for that elusive fish
Two precious ones I pray to have on my dish
Poetic fluency my foremost desire
and the Sun's heart my burning fire .
Then I can claim each inventive thought
and feelings by which satisfaction is brought
like a graceful waltz in equal stepping measures
I create one after the other masterful treasures.
But what's poetry without the ultimate?
Blessed wish like finding a faithful mate…
It is Grace I seek for my daily cup
heaven's only poetic measuring cup.
For grace allows me to lift up my poetic words
and gracefully fly them like the Hummingbirds
and cause the reader’s frozen heart to melt
not from impious pride but from virtue felt.
And as I forge each masterpiece
Crafted from honesty as a centerpiece
and not one single poem to glorify me
but to honor God’s love in my poetry!
March 27 2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014