A Poet's God-given Talent

Should inkwells dry and pens all disappear
And poets perish all beside the way,
Earth would become a dull, phlegmatic sphere
Without the poet's words to cheer the day.

For with his pen a poet captures joy,
Dispenses it to all who will partake.
His purpose is to please, not to annoy;
His reasoning to give and not to take.

Some think that poets are a special breed,
Uniquely different from the common strain;
Some claim their words can soothe the hearts that bleed,
Relieving angst with magical refrain.

If this be true, then God Almighty guides
The hand that writes upon the page of time.
Such talent only dwells where love abides,
And God Himself co-authors every line.

Copyright © 1997 Ruth Gillis

First published in the October 1997 issue of The Inspirational Poet