Poetry That God Hears

Would it gladden your heart to know God loved a poem You wrote; that your thought lends its grace to the music He hears, Though you doubt He's aware of your joy or your tears! Would you hide if you could that you're naked as Adam, As Eve was in Garden of Eden, preceding their Fall? Do you dream of a day you might once hear His call When He lives for your heart's drum, taps fingers to waves Known to penetrate jungle! Magnetical flux lines Trap curtains of light at your poles He supplies for the warp. Its threads hang from the sky like the strings of a harp As our woof barks the colors that dance from loom's sidelines. Are poets more flavored when God tastes us all in the end? Do our works or our faith count toward Sainthood, my friend? Rest in faith, live in certainty! 'Blood of Christ' saves! Long Tooth June 19th of 2019