From the Heart

Mere words.

No eloquence of tongue,

or perfectly placed metaphors

can intimidate such devoted passages.

For simple is the heart felt praise

that comes from a child’s lips.

And child – like are prayers

that blossom on the tongues of

those who never knew poetry.

Mere words.

Untouched by sculptor’s pen,

and uncluttered by thoughtless similes.

For what pen can capture the true

spirit of love felt for the divine?

No manner of poetry penned,

no matter how elite the style,

can touch the true and simple poetry

that comes from a grateful heart.