The Glory of Creation

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At first we start with nothing — soon forms a single thought,

We tug and pull out of our lull — then give it all we've got.

We swoon, then we are writing, as thoughts permeate the air.

We keep our seat – can't even eat – inspiration's everywhere.


 

Imagination is the drive behind the poet's motor.

The smallest things make our pens sing until our thoughts grow slower.

Fascination with creation, is it truly such a gift?

Or does it keep us tired and weak — just set our minds adrift?


 

Some write of love and family, while others, frightful things —

ghostly pirate ships, red luscious lips, or crystal mountain springs.

It doesn't matter what we write, simply do it every day,

fight writer's block – pick the lock – allow your thoughts to have their say.


 

Writing helps to keep us grounded, aware of all life's beauty.

In dark or light, though wrong or right, it is a poet's duty

to opt to think while on the brink of a poetic story,

that through it all, we're really small — it's God who gets the glory.




 

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