Yeah, the mind of a poet can get flooded, from time to time, with things to write about. Key words... random phrases... whole concepts, even. But most of the time they just stay up there in the brew, and thankfully, God sorts it out for me and tells me exactly what to write and how, even when.
This week's been kinda busy... but it's been pretty good. Bunch of good news that I would tell ya if you walked up to me on the street and asked how I was doing, but I think it's insignificant for this post. Here's the "weekly" poem...
"Talkin' With My God"
by Neil Mullins
When I talk with people-
With my friends-
The speech seems feeble,
Talking about means, but not ends.
Don't get me wrong now-
My friends are great-
But talkin' with my God, wow,
It fills me so much as of late.
Because when I talk with my God,
His name gets the fame
And when I share Him with others
I'm never put to shame.
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