For today's prompt, write a living poem.
The lap of luxury, I think
Is a bottomless well of ink
A wildness in the untamed grace
Of what to some, seems commonplace
A keen awareness of The One
Whose Sovereignty can't be outdone
As, from each breath that He so wills
A sense of unplumbed wonder spills
Surely, best-of-the-blessed are we
who see through eyes of poetry
who find in the grind of life's grit
a kind of awe, in spite of it
to kindle, through its thick and thin
a mighty ocean 'neath our skin
where teeming tempests tug and roll
and rush the regions of the soul
evoking in its sweep and surge
a sense of living on the verge
of breath-stealing discovery
where almost-poems wait to be
set free, beneath the poet's pen
by we, Best of the Blessed, Amen
p.s. (and if this is not how it is
rob us not of ignorant bliss
Indulge our erring theory
For the fine sake of poetry
Leave us to mine the deepest sigh
for joy that money cannot buy
where quests to tame and wrest the roar
of waves before they meet the shore
requires more than meets the eyes
of all who have not heard the cries
of a poem adrift, at sea
doomed to endless obscurity
without whispered lifelines, ink-spun
to draw them from oblivion)
© Janet Martin
The best poems have no words!
God's love language is a universal dialect!
Bless the LORD, all His works in all places of His dominion.
Bless the LORD, O my soul!
Let everything that has breath praise the LORD!
Hallelujah!
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