The Poet Poem by Barry A. Lanier

With stylus in hand and passion of soul,
Adulations in light of the stories they told.
Glimpse O' life but in motion, from the young to the old,
Exact just one feeling from a heart or a soul.

Aspiring affections, life's reflections, fruit on the vine,
Lost love or loved ones, come Father Time.
Fathers and mothers, daughters and brides,
Spirits and flowers, or blooms that must die.

Longing, belonging, daffodils among thorns,
God; s plan of redemption, grace of the newborn.
Alas, the ink well might yield and dry,
Only the future shall know the reason why.

Viso consentum, ad infinitum,
Only God knows
From whence the poet came,
And whereth the poet goes.