Woven into wondrous words of poetry

Are the best of secrets revealed to you and me

Even now in this day and modern age

The wisdom of others spill across the page

Me, I do not know about the ways of the wise

I only know what I’ve seen with my own eyes

Most of my life I’ve lived kind of tight knit

Relying on models but not on how the cross fit

I believing that life was best lived smart and with wit

But never concerned about for whose benefit

Until the day I nearly met death a little too young

After the pain, I found myself in prayer, head hung

Realizing at least that all that had been given to me

And asking for the grace to live to maybe write my own poetry