27.6.2024
When poetry descends and I receive In truth my role is simply as a scribe, The interfering mind from me I leave To concentrate my soul and then imbibe, But do not judge, for that is not my field, Let the experts damn or voice their praise For only my life to Him I wish to yield And the essence of my days in Him I place Above earths soil where love and beauty abide. In humility I receive the Word From the One who stands ever by my side My true support, my all-sustaining Lord.
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