A One Sided Conversation

Several years ago; I sensed a revelation;
I felt that God wanted me to write;
my gift, of poetry, was to be a conversation;
so I labored intensely, into the night.

Sometimes, my thoughts were a constant flow;
sharing God’s wisdom from above;
I quickly realized that I needed to grow;
I was unworthy to share God’s love.

I’m not worthy to look upon God’s perfection;
did I accept a challenge that wasn’t given?
I’ve become the metaphor for man’s rejection;
praying that I become forgiven.

Who am I; telling others what to think?
truth rarely comes from the lips of man;
all of us, from living waters must drink;
placing our trust in God, the I Am.

Sometimes my words give me joy, inside;
I can sense God’s love slipping in;
other times; I feel; that I just want to hide;
no longer knowing where to begin.

Some believe that I write out of pride;
and sometimes I fear that it’s true;
I often wish I could go away and hide;
till the Master can make me new.

Several years ago; I sensed a revelation;
I felt that God wanted me to write;
now I’m having a one sided conversation;
will my words, simply fade in the night?

Monty 3.30.25. # 2,703