Christian poem 'The Poet Can Never Die' by Kathleen Higham (Christart.com)

The Poet Can Never Die
by Kathleen Higham

There is absolutely nothing
That a poet cannot see
All that pens the paper
Evolves, evolves into poetry.

But, to the mind first
Words snatched from the air
Swirling about fantastically
Then, the poet will snare.

Oh, the poet can never die
Each word becomes her treasure
No matter what the subject
It blooms from her with pleasure.

Often in the still of the night
She loathes turning on the light
Holds her pencil poised in thought
Then, magically she will write.

Oh, the poet can never die
Studying those from the past
Death may claim the body
But, the words forever last.

It is maddening their sorrow
Having burdened a poet's mind
Seeking, always seeking them
Comforted by my own kind.

My God allows this fellowship
For every act, expression, need
Flows softly, boldly, endlessly
Words become the poet's creed.

Oh, the poet can never die
Even in their eternal sleep
Their words possess the living
Reaching out, embracing, deep.

Pondering a heavenly thought
My King, A Poet divined
Oh, the poet can never die
God claims the poet's mind.

Not only does He claim it
Embalming it with many a phrase
And every word I live, I breathe
I share it to give Him praise.

I may pass before He comes
For a moment, a poetic sigh
Another poet walks in my heart
Remembering, the poet can never die.

Please contact Kathleen Higham at "kathleenhigham@yahoo.com" to request permission to use this poem.