My Poetry 2 Poem by DM W

I have written over a thousand poems
But so few have been read or understood.
In an age where images are highly prized,
And the sovereign Word is now unheard,
My blazing sermons & hymns & sonnets
Have a certain power but no prestige.
They delve into the heart of vital matters:
Which this wayward world tries in vain to silence
Of course I have high hopes for my poems that like
Vintage wine a welcoming time will arise.