Denis Martindale Poems

An angel with a broken wing
Crashed down upon my head!
Apologized for everything,
Despite me there, half dead...
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When first the angels saw the Earth,
They marvelled what it was,
Reflecting why this world had worth,
God's Spirit here to cross...
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I wasn't born a king or prince,
A baron or a lord,
Nor suddenly becoming since,
So that can be ignored...
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In mortal man, where sin yet dwells,
Across both space and time,
A miracle that God foretells
Is waiting there sublime...
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One's often puzzled what to rhyme!
Yet that's the journey, friends,
To meditate and use that time
Until one comprehends!
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While Brian's got no soul at all,
Just innards and a shell,
Of all the robots it stands tall,
For wonders it can tell...
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My word, what's this? A contest here?
With money on the line?
The winner known within a year?
Yes, please! That's mighty fine...
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To see her is the highlight, now,
To talk to her, sublime,
To ask God what He will allow,
Should He provide the time...
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My fountain pen began to moan,
The thirsty little thing,
My fountain pen began to groan,
For me, some ink to bring...
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Go now, My Son, to doomstruck Earth
On which the lost all die...
Die well for them and prove Your worth,
Yes, go and testify...
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