A placid picture about God, a poet cannot pen.
For who can comprehend it all? Not selfish, sinful men!
If only eyes could see the truth. If only ears could hear...
but noise of earthly living seem to make mere words unclear.
Incessant, louder beating drums in earphones is not peace -
and rancid words corrupting minds just seems to never cease.
While sinful men ignore God's words in heart and soul and mind,
the Judge of all the universe is patient, loving, kind.
So grasp your pen with loving thoughts and set your glass aside,
then write to your heart's full content until you're satisfied.
We may not be a preacher that the sinners come to see,
but by our words, through loving hearts, we might a teacher be.
We will not know where our words go, but I can only say -
that if we do not write the words then they aren't on display.
So pen a placid picture on your clear and empty page,
so people see your humble gift that only God can gauge.
Just give all glory unto God and let Him do His will
and may all sinners wake one day to that unequaled thrill.
This poem won second place for the December 2018 poetry contest