The birds do pipe their Morning Song,
As I do go to sleep,
It is near Dawn when these words I write,
I have not written for Nine Weeks.
Is it so long ~ I ask myself?
Twenty First March was my last Poem,
Why am I prompted now to write?
When to Bed ~ to sleep, I be going.
My Poet’s Block has gone away,
Thankful am I again,
That HE has thought of me once more,
And given me comfort from my pain.
When ‘Pins and Needles’ run amok,
Through my Legs and then my Arms,
Is it that HIS Healing has begun?
Or a call to Heed HIS Words?
Mindful am I that HE’s still there,
Watching each living Soul,
Knowing that I need HIS Help,
And others need HIM as well.
Copyright © Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 29 May 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What's the JGthepoet stand for. I do hope I am guessing wrong.