Even Fools Can Become Poetry

Life is a song we must sing with our days
A poem with meaning more than words can say
A painting with colors no rainbow can tell
A lyric that rhymes either heaven or hell
We are living letters that doubt desecrates
We're the notes of the song of the chorus of faith
God shapes every second of our little lives
And minds every minute as the universe waits by

The pain and the longing
The joy and the moments of light
Are the rhythm and rhyme
The free verse of the poem of life

So look in the mirror and pray for the grace
To tear off the mask, see the art of your face
Open your ear lids to hear the sweet song
Of each moment that passes and pray to prolong
Your time in the ball of the dance of your days
Your canvas of colors of moments ablaze
With all that is holy
With the joy and the strife
With the rhythm and rhyme of the poem of your life
With the rhythm and rhyme of the poem of your life


Anonymous said...

P.F. I had no idea you were poetically inclined. The more you read people's blogs, the more you learn.

The Merry Widow said...

PF-You are really hitting Michael Card these days...Poeima...another favorite!


Papa Frank said...

I do enjoy Michael Card very much. And when you add in Phil Keaggy, what's not to love?

Elmers Brother said...

oh yeah...a man after my own musical heart