Prior to placement of pen, O muse, love,
grant grace, words by your touch imbued.
Used precisely as scalpel in surgeon’s hand,
Like Milton, “to justify the ways of God to man.”
Or Ghandi, “to be the change I wish to see…”
Let me speak without hypocrisy.
I lay upon your altar these simple words
so by you I speak, and by you I am heard.
Very good lines, sounds like music as nice poetry should.
sublime. each words hugs the tongue.
Hello.
Visiting from NaPoWriMo.
Thank goodness for the muse! I like this.
Thanks for sharing. Good luck with the rest of the challenge!
Day 12/13: Love, Charity And Poverty