The Writer Within! Poem by Denis Martindale

I saw the writer in my dream,
The pen and paper, too,
As if they acted as a team,
Some writing task to do...
When I approached, the writer stood,
He shook me by the hand,
As though I ruled his neighbourhood,
Controlled the words he'd planned...

'At last, we meet! So you're the one?
My word, you've aged quite well!
I hope together we've had fun,
Through tales, we chose to tell!
I've heard you laugh, I've heard you cry,
I've even heard you pray...
I know the times you've questioned, 'Why? ',
The words you want to say...
But let's sit down, let's just be glad...
We've helped so many folks!
And even when I've seen you sad,
You still wrote down some jokes...
Are you surprised there's darkness here,
Within this heart, I live?
The only light that grants me cheer
Is all the hope you give...
Without your love, it's all in vain,
Your heartbeats stir me on,
That's why I'm writing here again
And later, when you've gone...
You've proved the best friend I could know,
You've shown me all I need...
Much more than places I could go,
When Heavenward you lead...
I owe a debt of gratitude,
To God who let this be,
That every single interlude
Created poetry...
To think, I live within your heart
And see things through your eyes,
Such that new poems we can start
From old truths God supplies...
My word, I'm so glad you are you!
The journey God ordained!
It's truly wondrous what comes through
From insights that we gained! '
He shook my hand, then said, 'Good-bye! '
For it was time to leave...

Now every time I question, 'Why? ',
God's wisdom I receive...


Denis Martindale 3rd of April 2016.