How might I write that will glorify You today?
I’m praying for four stanzas.
Assemblage of right might; bright light to show them along.
Prodigal not prodigy, the instrument dull:
“Lead the way!”
Plastic coffee cup lids littered from passing cars,
Spin and cartwheel down the street,
Look like many, mini Skil saw blades to avoid.
Pleading; please! To go deep within. Touch, gush forth Love.
The news: scars!
Leaves peppering out of the back of a pickup
Truck look like bullets and mis-
Siles; a volley of them of which I must dodge and
Navigate between if I’m to survive. “God help me -
Take this cup!”
The greatest prayed prayer is “God you are in control!“
A pious poet does pray...
In multitudes of mediums, they’re so varied,
Wise words dull and heal the pain of a world so fallen.
“Save my soul!”
- Gary Edward Geraci