How do you... force yourself to write... when words fly far away,
Though they came close by day and night... with awesome things to say?
Now gone and distanced from your ears... no chance to call them back,
You're on your own with tears and fears... and open to attack...
For soon dark thoughts are everywhere... compressing all around...
Constricting you so you despair... your screams the only sound
And hope seems but a fading light, a dying star then gone...
And joys of life no more excite... how can you carry on?
But God still reigns from Heaven's Throne... He will not let things end...
The greatest love you've ever known... as Saviour and as friend...
You may not have the faith to pray... yet groans are always heard...
You may not have the truth to say... yet God will send His word...
And from His word new hopes and dreams... like rainbows will proclaim
There's more still left than what now seems... to glorify God's Name...
New tales of wonder to astound... new poetry as well...
New psalms awaiting to be found... new parables to tell...
So don't give up when words fly south... or north, or east, or west...
God brings His word towards your mouth... so that in time you're blessed...
So you can bless your readers, too... far better than before...
With treasures in each point of view and truths none can ignore...
With insights borne of heartfelt prayers, brand new inspiration...
And peace of mind, replacing cares... thanks to revelation...
And prophecies of future things and songs of perfect praise...
If you but serve the King of Kings for your remaining days...
Denis Martindale 29th of February 2020.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem