…I’m not one to write or seek out poetry. Perhaps it was my pals in the Word! writers’ group that inspired me to create this:
Creator
I am by word, creator.
I say that I am candle, not a beam.
My light burns bright and hot
without the bond of focus,
its heat released to flee
into a vast expanse.
The ebb and flow of breeze and tallow
brings me forth or has me fade.
I say that I am these things.
I am by word, creator.
I live inside these words as that
which I have brought to be.
I am by word, creator.
I say that what I know may not so be.
I look within my new creation struck by ALL.
The vista brings me joy and so, despair.
For which, among these things will first to flee.
I am by word, creator.
I say that none shall leave and none shall fade.
Some show and paint design for eye and mind.
Some hide or lie unseen for peace and whole.
From this ALL before me now
I take with empty hand the fitting part
and craft a future bright and clear and true.
With heat and light where it is meant to be.
I am by word, creator, and it is so.