Glory, Glory

I am certain

Beyond a shadow of a doubt

That through You, my poetry will take different shape.

Like the shape of a tiny cicada that wants to dig free

think description of the things that live around 

that exist simply to show us 

the bounty 

the glory, glory

that my poetic lips will grow 

more silent of lusts and greeds and deeds

and instead use my poet hands to 

grow more praise of Your bounty

of Your glory, glory

poetry - where there won’t be much mention of me

Lord, help me, silence my ego.

And let me be still and at peace -forever in Your presence

And let me shape these words into something so lovely

That people smile at the sight of these words.

Like the shape of a tiny cicada growing big

And finally pushing free to make one of Your many sounds– sound around us
sounds that surround us

Reminding us all

The glory and the glory – of Your creation.