The would-be poet sought the good… the noble and the best,
Through words, much loved and understood… so readers would be blessed…
But what to write and what to share… and what ways to improve?
Such questions, friends, should lead to prayer… for wisdom and for truth…

And so the would-be poet paused… 'Lord Jesus, guide me now…'
That was the humble prayer that caused a breakthrough, there, somehow…
For in the days, weeks, months and years… a flood of poems came,
Such that today, there are no fears… because of Jesus Name…

The poet isn’t famous yet, but who knows? Maybe soon…
If not, there’s time to write more prose… or words to fit a tune…
As long as life gets granted still… there’s reason still to rhyme…
With words that charm and words that thrill… and words that prove sublime…

Denis Martindale April 2018.