The Definition Of Fine Poetry Poem by Denis Martindale

Since God made Man, let Him define, who formed the Universe,
The legacies of every line wherever each occurs.
How many colours can exist beyond red, white and blue,
Each like a poem to enlist what God has planned for you?

Can Man define the noble art that spans a billion themes,
Or limit love within the heart and dwells in nightly dreams,
Or list the genres one by one when new styles join their throng,
Or judge the poems not yet done in verse, or rhyme, or song?

Can Man, with all his savoir-faire, decide things by himself,
When God has secrets here and there beyond Man's worldly wealth,
Each Masterpiece He sometimes grants to prophets now and then,
Or secret code meant to enhance humility in men?

Can Man deny the poet's skill when he has prayed a while,
The one who seeks the Father's will, enough to make God smile,
Or preachers, when they study things and put such truths in rhyme,
To glorify the King of Kings in hymns that sound sublime?

The Father blesses near and far, as centuries declare,
It doesn't matter who you are the day God hears your prayer,
The rainbow's such a wondrous sight, just like fine poetry,
Which visits every heart with light, God's love, and harmony!


Denis Martindale. November 2021.