SIMPLE TRUTHS
After reading my poems
the woman said that I am
deep.
If she meant obscure,
obscurity is what I rail
against,
but if she meant
the poems brought her
to a new depth
in her own perception,
then, praise God,
from my Bic
flowed
molten gold.
I yearn to be a poet
of God’s heart,
conveying Truth
in fresh simplicity,
not abstractions
that people scan
with screwed-up faces
then set aside,
untouched.
I want to write
as the shepherd/king,
letting the Spirit
guide my pen.
When the page
is put down,
perhaps
revelation
will flash
God’s glorious
guiding Light,
perhaps
gold dust
will sparkle
on fingertips.
Maude Carolan
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