I Will Not Rhyme Today
"I will not rhyme today",
I said.
But words keep creeping
through my head.
They dance in there
with meter'd rhyme,
And prance about
while keeping time.
The rhythm seems
not set by me ,
But has it's own
vitality:
And when I set on
other things
The poem inside my head
still rings..
I dare not fight
this metric flood;
It seems I'm wired this way
by God,
And 'though I prose-ish
try to be,
Poetic songs still
ring through me.
(despair not for my plight; I'm at work today...words of hope to come)
...Some sing or dance
to praise our Lord
Some tell His news
with mighty word;
Whatever's given you
to do,
Give all your heart
and see it through,
If priest or dancer,
nurse or bard,
From city press
or Scotland's Yard
Give worship as you
give your all
And this way daily
serve His Call.
..............................................................................................................copyright 5/06 james a. smallish
...you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.(Ps 139:13)
Whatever you do, (do it) heartily, as for the Lord and not for men,
knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your
reward. You are serving the Lord Christ. (Col 3:23+24)
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