By Ventura Denni
joined 03-23-2010
In me I am whole
But I seek a place
That will be a chance to recognize grace
I love him so he wraps me in his melodies
Takes all my control
But not to hinder me
With him I can feel
When my failings bust at my seams
In him I confess
I often have digressed
Exaggerated to find peace
At least I know he’s there
When all other comforters no longer prevail
Like a friend who can withstand multifaceted abuse
He does not mind to serve as my muse
I use his syllables to form words into symphonies
I wish you could see he allows you in
When emotions feel like they will give in
He’ll pick you up keyboard or pen
Begin with Fervor; because he’ll consume more then he’ll try
Don’t let his gifts wither
Discover your talent, harness your words, letting any pretense die
3 comments:
says it all - nice work :-)
I think I know this guy too. :-)
Thanks Guys
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