My pen is a heaven sent miracle.
A quill as if blessed by bird.

It dances cross fields of white
anointing page.

It gracefully moves
with intention to bond
inside readers eyes and breath.

It becomes sword of light
to aid a sad readers heart
and opens windows
for harmony.

My pen is like metronome
that ticks consistently
to meter rhyme.
And drifts with lyrical song
that echoes Divinely.

Yes, my pen is a heaven sent miracle,
and I am the poet that holds its essence.