Sitting in the darkened church
all is silent the only sound my breath
flowing in and out from my body
my eyes are closed, as I kneel there.
In this silence I feel your presence
as I whisper prayers into the air.
I’m only a simple man, not a prophet
I only seek to write the poetry
that lives deep within my heart
the words placed there at creation
that yearn to be freed from the dark
to see the beauty of this world
in the very simple things of life.
To smell the sweetness of the forest
as the wind passes through the trees
watching as the sun rises in the morning
the sky afire with the promise of a new day.
The world is full of fear and anger
there is a deep joylessness
that infects the hearts and minds.
My poor poets words seek to pierce
through the gloom and despair
to find hope and joy once again.
Here in this silence I seek your Word
here in the darkened church
I kneel before your altar
within my soul I hear your voice calling,
“Oh man, arise and see the light,
give voice to the words you hear
write with the heart of a poet,
be not afraid for I am with you.”