Ode to Joy

Ode to Joy

I love Bob Dylan

Don’t know why

He’s shown distain for women

Like me

Repeatedly over the years

In lyric

And song

But he writes

One hell of a poem

Like Byron

Who came before

Long ago

And far away

I listen to the Goddess

Sing of Boots

Of Spanish Leather

And mourn

The eyes I looked upon

From five feet away

And understand

Angels are passersby

Who teach us lessons

We prefer not to learn

But can’t help smiling

At God’s sadistic

Sense of humor

I don’t talk so loud

Nor do I talk with pride

When I acknowledge The Word

As it passes by

Bright blessings

To the Muse

Dedicated to Truth

Humility fills me

In the shadow of your Grace

Tears flow

Acknowledging my iniquity

In the face of Glory

Yet your light points the way

To where I seek to travel

Though it breaks my heart

In every port

I visit