-From Where the Poems Come

My mangled poetry
Yes, ‘tis mine
It came out of
My tangled mind

A little at a time
A poem here
A story there
A quote
A book
A play
A song
All come up
At times so strong

And there my feelings
Are cast aside
And in my heart
Doth love abide

And pain in fingers
And in hand
Cannot stop
This loving stand

And as I write them
I doth cry
From where do they come?
From my tangled mind?
From my withered heart?
No, but from my soul.

White as the driven snow
Washed clean
By blood
By whom?
I know

By the one who sends
My poems strong
And keeps me going
All life long