God, I Am An Blessed Poet

I sail words, across pages of rhyme, dancing poetry’s prancing verse.

Feel thy tap taps, toe within my heart, bearing prancing spry terse.

God, dew kiss life special, amid warm heartfelt, moving balm lines.

Wherein words, God shares blessed birthright fruition, adrift family vines.

Life cultivates, dew drops, adrift loving moist nurtured, living Poet Tree.

Bard, sail spirits, amid branches in tune, amid mellow, musical flowing passages.

Pluck thy poet strings amongst resounding rhapsody pulsating passageways

Where inflections bear aloud expressive, Amazing Grace – Halleluiah – Halleluiah.

God, I Am This Blessed Poet