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 All Rights Reserved