The Reason I'm A Writer! Poem by Denis Martindale

God's word commenced inside my heart
Then soared into my mind,
Then, suddenly, it split apart,
Now millions I can find…

And characters appeared to me,
Each with a tale to tell,
Creating constant mystery
For none would say farewell…

I see them as I slip to sleep,
They glide from left to right,
As if some vigil they must keep,
Throughout the darkest night…

And even in my dreams they're there,
At school, or work, or home,
In daydreams, too, I'm made aware
There's no safe place to roam…

And so, they wake me from repose,
With poems in their hands,
Where these come from, God only knows,
Perhaps each serves His plans…

How else could I explain to you
The prophecies I'm told?
The revelations old and new,
Like silver and like gold?

Or how I edit poetry
From these initial drafts,
Creating truths from fantasy,
Observing skills and crafts?

And why I type and email stuff
And pray for some success,
And write of joy and peace and love
Amid my loneliness?

To live alone and write alone,
No human lips to kiss,
Just God above, upon His Throne,
To share eternal bliss…

With promises of great reward,
If I stay faithful still,
In service to my King and Lord,
In service to His will…

No other Master offers such,
No other friend have I…
You see, for me, Christ suffered much,
The day He had to die…


Denis Martindale July 2016.


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