What puissant glories must be boldly claimed,

to intrigue and uplift with simple rhyme,

and whittle mildly at your thinking time,

to bring to you your senses all reframed.

God’s ferment building, bursting out untamed,

throws up a ladder joyfully to climb,

on issues deep or wide could I opine,

yet wisdom holds my shop-worn thoughts are shamed.

And still, with Love, a part may I provide,

though strictures tight my nimble words restrain,

and form and rhythm limit them to few.

With heart and feeling justly as my guide

to break the meaning metaphors contain,

I pray to bring the Truth into your view.