Search for Poetry
Where is the poetry in me?
Gone! I fear it is gone-
The release of each new meter
Hidden as a new fawn
Where is the rhythm of my soul?
Where is the key to being?
Dear Lord, it is within Your love
What is it I’m fleeing?
You, Lord, are the orchestra,
You, Lord, are directing;
You, Lord, are the writer of verse
I, Lord, am reflecting
Ah! The verse lies deep within me,
Struggling I pull; I’m wrought
To find heart-mind-soul assonance
Vibrating with my thoughts
Unlike the fawn, I do not hide
Rather I seek to learn,
Guide me Lord as I seek rhythm
In my soul where I yearn
-Evelyn Pearl Anderson
Copyright © E. Pearl Anderson | Year Posted 2016
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