once in ancient times there were people
in lost civilizations cultures living within
various religious groups with their own;
or adopted religious practices who worshipped;
made offerings to their gods these devotees
offered up prayers incense sacrifices asked
for divine favour protection victories peace;
love good crops harvests prosperity children;
spin forward to the twenty first century to find
a 'poet telling the gods the truth' asking for nothing
except the chance and time to write a few poems;
the poet does not pray the words, the poet speaks
the words into existence as God who created
the original brand new heavens and the earth did;
because part of the poet was made in Gods image;
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So beautifully written and so true. divine inspiration is what Poetry is, and that good poets always knew, Again trully mavelous poem, very inspired and inspiring and so very true.