Words do flow to pen again,
I know not how, I know not when,
But sometime during the waking day,
In a poem, HE’ll have HIS say.
Poetry is an art sublime,
Spoken by HIM to me, time after time,
When HE wants me to write, words will flow,
Be they fast, be they slow.
An Agent for The Almighty I am forever,
By myself, I am not that clever,
But with HIS help I’ll always be
A poet for HIM till Eternity.
The Rhymes and Scans are HIS alone,
Sent to me from HIS Majestic Throne,
To me on Earth, to write for HIM,
Poems whenever HE has the whim.
The number of words, the numbers of verse,
And the subject matters are always diverse.
The choice of the rhyme and scan of the line,
Are determined by HIM, time after time.
© Yisroel Yonatan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 5 January 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Congratulations, Jonathan, on your 250th (shared) poem. Rhyme and meter seem to come very easily to you and your work is nice to read. My very warmest regards, CJ