The Blessing of Simple Truths

 

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