A Surgery

Every writer's work a soulful surgery we draw from mysterious substance, submerged man's core in fluids indefinable – amniotic sea of source buoyant, yet only mistily determinable, unknown were it not for subtle leaking sort of a chill, in search of its draft a stutter, keeping its voice from apparent reason how can I truly love my God! my Christ! when trapped on a page with a pen pressured down mostly always printing in favor of self-serving human treason

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Valsa George

Date: 3/29/2023 10:38:00 PM

"how can I truly love my God! my Christ! when trapped on a page with a pen pressured down" ! I do agree with what Wendy has written below. But Joe, I too share your regrets. My poetry, sadly encroaches my prayer time. Great poem , dear Joe!

Joe Dimino
Date: 3/30/2023 9:28:00 AM

If all our transgressions, our ego filled obsessions are just poetry -- it would be a far better world.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 3/29/2023 7:21:00 PM

Keep reaching for that level, Joe. It's 'a level' to always have God front and center before his eyes... But it's worth the effort. (Not that I get anywhere close). ~ Grow and Glow

Joe Dimino
Date: 3/30/2023 9:24:00 AM

We do our best. A psychologist once asked me, "do you really think that God needs your input when it comes to managing creation?" -- I guess not, no more than I need the presence and love of my wife and children.

Speaks Volumes

Date: 3/28/2023 7:56:00 PM

When you write of love or truth or of His Nature or about His people, I am sure he reads with delight. its a sign of faith to Him to be good at what you do.

Joe Dimino
Date: 3/29/2023 5:29:00 AM

Father delights when we use His Gifts given us, for the intentions they were given. So true! Thank you.