The Lord to His Poet

It is what the title says.

Take up your pen,
Be ready to write
All of the words
I give you tonight.

Take down My songs
To learn them by heart;
I am the source
Of your dying art.

I give you now
The gift of true sight
That you may read
With My holy light.

See through the haze
Deep into the heart,
And what you see,
Weave into your art.

I give you love
The passion and care
To find, to know,
And to shelter there

Every dream
Of the human soul
And with it fill
A heart's aching hole.

Like My own heart,
Yours, too, shall now burn;
For only then
Can true love be learned.

Author's Note

Don't ask me to explain, I don't think I could.

Reviews

[Journey]

No need to explain because poetry explains itself. That's what I love about poetry. Your words spoke of revelation and gave comfort to this soul of mine. Enjoyed.