I Am a Poet That Is What I Do

A heavenly feather falls slowly and lands in free its a symbol of angelhood and celestial mediation Soothingly, comfortingly, a Sensei surrounds me and showers me with blessings as I claim reaction and write, for I am a poet that is what I do... An angel divine incarnate without pious duple sincere in her approach she never cleaves fear for her gentleness instructs me like a Holy wimple ministering with anoint from close then near ; I write, for I am a poet and that is what I do Alabaster skies with electric blue streaks of night adhere to her path like a messenger of old and claim your place in the banquet of His light she is a paragon of love , fingers in the sand I write for I am a poet and that is what I do.