Prayeretry

There is a fine line drawn
Between poetry and verse.
A thin dimension separates
The spirit and emotion.
And so, 'tis easy to confuse the two
So that, when you think
That you are talking to God
You are but mumbling to yourself
And when you pour out
Your inner longings in verse,
That's when God listens closest
To what you didn't mean to say.
For the heart that stands revealed in poetry
Speaks through the spirit to the Eternal.
And through your verse's heart laid bare
God whispers in your ear.
What he wants you to discover for yourself,
Expresses itself upon your empty page.
And the things your spirit
Needs the most to hear
Are hidden in the rhythms of your song.
So take up your pen while you are on your knees,
When your spirit is most open to that
Which is most holy and unseen.
Let the words you write be written on your soul.
For as you commune with the Holy Muse,
The poet and the penitent are one.