Lightning Rod

 

A poet is merely a lightning rod,

For passing through him the words of God!

 

He opens up his mind, receives,

Then passes on the message, grieves!

 

The words erupt from deep within him

That God has stored before, verbatim.

 

Line upon line of schemes, ideas,

When left to man, left man in tears.

 

Words left in trust at the Creation

Mankind would waste in dissipation.

 

Before, when Adam walked with Eve

In Eden's den of make-believe

 

Were knowledge trees and friendly serpents

As God composed the Ten Commandments!

 

And every verse of every poem

Was writ before the truth was known;

 

That nothing is ever achieved by man

Without the seal of God's own hand.

 

So laud me not, the poet's in me,

But deep within, the poet's empty.

 

A poet is merely a lightning rod

For passing through him the words of God!

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[LJW]

I absolutely abhor rhyming poems. Why? Seems almost impossible to find one that does not sound as if the rhyming is forced or the meter, if set, is off. Then of course is the trite and the cliche...

I have read this and one more of yours tonight. Your rhyming is spot on. Just a pleasure to have come across you.

[Marie]

I don't know whaether to agree with this or not. My insipid little verses hardly seem from God. But where do they come from then...?

[Mjr. Tom]

I agree with this, good reason to write :) that god gives you the words to write. Thanks for the review and I can relate to this.

[Ellen Hammond]

Lovely rhyme and flow and a profound message. I really love this poem of wisdom and truth.

[Ferg]

yes, we poets think we are so clever with the words, but they are never our own, are they??
nice observation