Dear friend:

Dear Friend:

I pen my thoughts to YOU at this perplexing time of the night,

My unconscious reality refuses to grant me flight.

So with the cursor of my pent up dreams I write to YOU,

But my words have cursed my mind into a state of coup.

Seeking to start my words with sentences poignant with meaning,

All that comes up is; meaningless careening…

Thoughts that flow ceasing less

But still I cannot find the depth or meaning

In each beautiful digress

Still my thoughts are stunted.

Dear friend:

These are the vibrations of a stunted poet,

Poetically signed by an audacious author;

These are the rhythms of my mental incapacity,

The emotions of my essence:

Unfeigned truth of my stunted thoughts…

Dear friend:

I got up again,

Today I still can’t find words to put to work,

Words to emote my desires,

Release my captive imagination:

Words to serenade my silent heart,

Words to remind me of GOD’s unfailing love,

I can’t find words…

Dear friend:

Give me words…

That’s all I pray, for I realize my feeble attempts at writing my own song

Serve me greater distress than I have known…

Give me words that speak of YOUR heavenly love,

Dear JESUS:

Show me how to write,

Hide me behind every word and let YOUR glory shine,

Let my words speak YOUR beautiful love to the hearts;

The hearts of the weary, the broken, the feebly strong,

The proud and the humble:

JESUS, use my words to minister to every heart.

On my own, they are just meaningless vibrations of human expectations,

With YOUR own artistic excellence,

These words are; hope to a heart, balm to the wound,

Love to the broken, salvation to the world…

In JESUS precious name I pray, AMEN…

Dear JESUS:

Thank you for the words…

Words....*

We are making a mark!!!*