Gift of Expression

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The Gift Of Expression

As the sun is setting in the west,
The beauty of a coastline,
With hues from yellow to burning orange,
Is captured in the minds of artists.

The artists, painters and poets,
Use their gifts to relate,
What they have seen,
As exactly as possible, to others.

Now a poet I may not be,
Like Sandburg, Browning, or Frost,
Knowledgeable in stanza or verse,
But God has given me an artist's gift.

It is the gift of expression,
The ability to replicate thought,
To transfer what is within,
So others can see and learn, or just enjoy.

My poems come at any time,
Any day or any night.
Either a vision or a single word,
They serve to ignite this writer's desire.

Notions surface from the depths within,
Through my fingers to the written page,
Loosing the essence of an internal thought,
For others to later see.

The thoughts may be new,
Or just repeats with new twists,
But to me they seem worthy,
Enough to be known by others.

All this is because God blesses me.
I just write as He gives the urge,
Conveying thoughts of my heart and mind.
I give Him the glory and credit.

He leads me and guides me,
Blessing with thoughts and words,
And whatever talent it takes,
To put it on paper.

© 06/20/99 by David L. Henkel

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