The Divine Poet

The blank page

beckons invitingly

With a white glare.

Anointed words appear, line by line,

As the words are penned with passion

And a penchant for writing

That cannot be denied.

The Divine Poet is at work,

Writing furiously

With a vengeance

That brooks no interruption.

The words speak passionately,

Imbued with a new life.

Their extraordinary impact

Will be felt for time immemorial,

As hearts are empowered

With divine strength,

And a vision that endures eternally.

 © Miriam Jacob