Oh! Dear Lord of words,have a little mercy.
Shine your mighty golden light and
accord me a slight of the faculties which thee,
possess in abundance. With my open hands,
I beseech,on my knees,as I plea.

Let me write poems,a billion and one,
Dear lord,give me back my words, I'm not yet done.
Why do my writings, these days feel so clotted?
Oh Lord,am I not worthy of being allotted?

The words take flight and they hide,
from me. Dear lord,did I not abide,
or did I commit some sin, unaware?
Lord,please tell me,is this fair?