On the ninth day of Na/GloPoWriMo 2020, the optional prompt is to “write a “concrete” poem – a poem in which the lines and words are organized to take a shape that reflects in some way the theme of the poem.” I have never done or tried to do this before. What makes this worse is that I don’t really know how to do anything but guesstimate the graphing of this so that it lays out correctly. In handwritten form it works. We’ll see… In that Easter is this Sunday…
Cross Shaped of An Imperfect Heart
by Michael Doyle
Oh, how I long to see
The Lord in His mystery
Wonder what He would say
As I stood so humbly
My eyes on all the Holy
Hoping He might know me
Standing there prayerfully
Would He forgive my many mistakes I have made along the way
With all my broken promises in all the tragic things I say
Worse still are the dreadful things that I know that I've done
Though I earnestly pledged my love and loyalty to the Holy Son
Faithful in all of His ways
To me in all of my many days
Loving has He always been
To me, despite all of my sin
Forever in my true gratitude
For giving me needed latitude
And dwelling in my weak soul
Despite my heart losing control
Sinful man since Eden's falling
Nature of man to deny His calling
Resting in His comfort and grace
This Easter I feel His embrace
As He hung upon a craven cross
Dying so that I might yet live
(c) April 9, 2020 Michael Doyle
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