I wish to write,
But, words will not come,
So, what do I do?
- I ponder.
I sit me down,
Relax my body,
Clear my Mind,
And - I ponder.
I look up at the sky,
View Nature sublime,
See all HE’s created,
Where - in the Blue Yonder.
I know that this poem,
Is not in my usual style,
But, why should I mind?
As - I ponder.
For now I do know,
That these words are written down,
As HE guideth my pen,
While - I ponder.
© Yisroel Yonatan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 26 September 2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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