If I sit and look at an emtpy page
for any extended, great length of time...
Sooner or later a poem will appear
complete within its own rhyme.

My eyes can see the words I need,
the heart paints pictures ‘pon a page,
and in the place of creation’s void
the formative mind is engaged.

A hand that sits in a higher realm
pours freedom from the purest stream,
and within the world engaged in rhyme
is the substance of the poet’s dream.

A word, an event, a song or a sight
could trigger the most imaginative story
and all of it comes from Heaven’s great place...
Hallelujah! God’s Love in her glory.

© 2004, Deborah L. Kelly