When poets pen their brand new rhymes, <br />The ink anoints each page, <br />Each holy word to Heaven climbs, <br />Ascending at that stage, <br />Evaporating one-by-one, <br />On thermals to God's Throne, <br />The Father shares them with the Son, <br />So all their wisdom's known... <br /> <br />Some poems please them oh so much <br />They're shared with angels, too, <br />As if each felt the Master's touch, <br />Proclaimed His point of view... <br />Perhaps you wrote that Jesus bled, <br />That each soul's saved by Him! <br />Perhaps your poem's framed and read <br />By saints and seraphim! <br /> <br />If not, maybe you're not that good, <br />You haven't yet excelled, <br />But let's suppose one day you could, <br />Your poem then beheld... <br />What wondrous thoughts inspire those <br />Who please the Lord above? <br />Till your turn comes, God only knows <br />The poems He will love...<br /><br />Denis Martindale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ascending-to-heaven/
