Is Poetry Kind Of Dorky? Poem by Denis Martindale

Friends, let's see it as the door key... unlocking precious thoughts...
The precious thoughts that come from me... like finest gold not quartz...
Like silver stars that shine at night, like sunshine through the day...
Like dazzling diamonds of delight... that take our breath away...
The facets that I bring to bear... transcend words said before...
Perchance with wisdom meant to share... that shakes us to the core...
That makes us tremble now and then... or simply smile with glee...
Not just the eloquence of men... but elegant poetry...
The kind that's kind and comforts, too... or shows a person's worth...
The kind each mind can oft review... as if to grant rebirth...
For poetry spans centuries... from David's psalms to now...
For motivation, joy or peace, for all God will allow...
And if God reads my poems, friends... I pray He's pleased in time...
Because on this my hope depends... not just upon each rhyme...
To trust that God anoints this saint, with words of utmost grace,
That serves the artist just like paint, to brighten up the place...
That place, for now, is Earth alone, till Heaven calls me home...
Till I walk there, both loved and known, wherever I may roam...


Denis Martindale August 2019.