From the Heart
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.
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.