The Precious Pinnacle Of Poetry! Poem by Denis Martindale

She fashioned prose from hopes and dreams,
She mulled and mused all day,
She pressed ahead through thoughts and themes
God's wonders to relay...
She brought to mind a thousand things,
Selected here and there,
Then wrote of how the small bird sings
Then flies upon the air...

She mulled afresh and wrote again,
She praised the eagle's flight,
To soar above and settle then
Mid thermals at great height...
Then wrote of aeroplanes and jets
And rockets to the stars,
The sacrifices and regrets
To make these come to pass...

She paused, reflecting all God made,
Then suddenly, she wept,
To see His Universe displayed,
Still there each time Man slept...
And in a moment, bowed her head,
‘Dear God, help me to write...'
And from that day her heart was led
With treasures and insight...

She didn't write for wealth or fame,
She humbly wrote for love,
For God loved her and blessed her name
And she thought that enough...
While others worked for fortune's sake,
She worked for all Mankind,
Just to ease another's heartache,
Sad memories in the mind...

That's why I've loved her all this while,
Encouraged her each day
And made her laugh and made her smile
And watched her kneel and pray...
I thank God she became my wife
The day she said, ‘I do...'
I thank God that she changed my life
And helped change others, too...


Denis Martindale March 2017.


GOD BLESS YOU AS YOU BLESS GOD!
DO SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR HIM...


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