This gift that God has granted me must grace
My life in living fullness--such a gift
Should never be neglected, nor a rift
Emerge between us such that I'd embrace
The world--I weave words to a living lace
That in joy or despair are wont to lift
The soul into new ways of feeling, shift
The mind to rhythms of a different pace.
God grants this gift to wake the world with words--
In the beginning was the word which breathed
The world to life one logos at a time--
The poet is the master of the words,
And through this power God in love has wreathed
With laurels poets' metaphors and rhymes.
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