The Righteous Writer! Poem by Denis Martindale

When fingertips can type like mine,
What wonders they explore,
Sometimes sublime, sometimes divine,
Meant for both rich and poor…
Such that from tiny keys once pressed
Come forth new words and rhymes,
Then comes the editing to test
The best for future times…

Think not such words are come and gone,
Like spoken words once said,
For written words have ever shone
Whenever they were spread…
For from the pages, hid in books,
They wait to be revealed,
Each time a reader stops and looks
At treasures still concealed…

When fingertips can type like mine,
New worlds are fashioned bold,
Creating tales that underline
Great truths for young and old…
And out of yonder thoughts abound
A cavalcade of dreams,
Triumphant with a new strength found,
No limits, no extremes…

To think, that writers span the globe
Caressing chapters near,
Then coaxing verses full of hope
To grant the downcast cheer…
And winsome wonders on the wing
Are called to join the cause,
To serve the scribe, to serve the king,
Enough to make each pause…

When fingertips can type like mine,
By faith and faith alone,
The poet stirs the Valentine,
To make his true love known...
And angels gather at the door
To learn what prophets write,
They know God gives these men much more
Than everyday insight…

Once called to preach or teach Mankind,
God bids no turning back,
His gift received and not declined
Keeps holy hearts on track…
Such that a lifetime's not enough
Our gratitude to show,
Nor tell the mercies of His love,
For there's much more to know…

When fingertips can type like mine
For decades, yet by choice,
Consider it a holy sign
Of Heaven's future joys…
Though little seems this life's rewards,
My hope eternal springs,
In writing for the Lord of Lords,
I serve the King of Kings!


Denis Martindale June 2016.