Sprites Of Poetry Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Today I spent on shaky ground
Dark thoughts began to rear
My body crouched in cobweb strands
Of bony fingered fear

Uncaring moments boot-like marched
And quickly moved away
To clear the path for newer feet
That stomped upon my day

Where had they gone, those happy times
When faith spread out like sand
Sweet hours bright as rows of pearls
When I dwelt in God's hand?

I now felt useless like a cloth
Meant to be torn for rags
That soon enough would rot and land
In wayside refuse bags

Then evening fell and little bells
Began to reach my ears
Familiar sprites of poetry
Companions to my tears

So very slowly like the moon
Words rose in gentle flow
And just as slowly I could feel
A lightening somehow

Why do I write those rhyming lines
That seem so weak and small?
Tonight I trust them as dear friends
That lift depression's pall.