The President's Prayer Poem by Denis Martindale

This was the day he was going to write
The best poem of his lifetime,
With incredible content and sentiment,
With such panache and style,
With a prophecy thrown in for good measure...

This was the day that started badly,
Quite sadly, yet life goes on,
So he endured the sorrow and tried again,
Not knowing how life would bless him,
So quickly after such a stream of tears...

This was the day he lost a faithful friend,
The loss being intolerable at first,
Leaving him numbed within, yet thinking,
Wondering of scriptures old and new,
Such that hope returned once more...

This was the day of the engulfing burden,
Yet he challenged it head on, not giving in,
Cursing it, conquering it, overcoming it,
Defying each and every lie, he smiled,
His tenacious spirit undefeated...

This was the day of his revelation,
Of secrets hidden, unfolding in his sight,
Bringing back the dynamic daylight,
Causing doubts to flee like spectres,
Now aflame, his soul reached out...

This was the day of his salvation,
The day of knowing past tomorrow,
Life continuing beyond this mortal realm,
The spirit rising above its mortal shell,
The time of enlightenment...

This was the day he wrote the poem,
The famous verses recited with love,
The time spent in meditation,
The outpouring, the sanctified blessing,
The anointing of words he penned...

This was the day he finished the great work,
The statement of faith for all,
The quintessential truths explained,
The energy, the momentum, the turning point,
Life everlasting, holy communion...

This was the day he shared the poem,
With family, friends and neighbours,
Magazines and newspapers,
Politicians, TV and radio stations,
New hope scattered far and wide...

This was the day he changed the world,
In no small way, no easy way,
But change it he did this day,
Yes, this was the day, the day he lost a friend,
Yet gained a precious poem with blessings,
God-blessed blessings that never end...