Waiting for Words
my tongue is the pen of a ready writer
Psalm 45:1
I search dictionary and thesaurus for
the crucial words to tell of a Savior
who gathers little children in His arms,
fractious children who’ve played in mud,
harrowed faces stained with sour grapes,
eyes greedy for worldly manna
tongues sowing tares of slander.
My pen tarries, waiting for words.
Elizabeth Howard lives in Crossville, Tennessee. She writes poetry and fiction. Her poems have appeared in Comstock Review, Big Muddy, Appalachian Heritage, Cold Mountain Review, Poem, Still, Mobius, Now & Then, Slant, and other journals.
Very interesting poem, Elizabeth.. One could read several times over and get a different perspective each time. The perspective I like best is that when the words do come, it is very inspiration for the writer and the reader, too. Clever and creative! Sheri / www.poetryandbeyond.net
ReplyDeleteHi Elizabeth. So good to hear from you with such another great poem. "Waiting for Words" is well-written and full of images that captivate the mind. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
Wonderful images with a powerful close. :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem Elizabeth! Inspiring piece! Thanks for sharing. ~Chris
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