Stir the Waning Embers In My Soul
Dear Lord, wilt thou stir the waning embers in mine languid soul,
And rekindle a raging flame that I may attain my fervent goal,
To write anew of things that bring honor and glory to Thy name;
To write of things that encourage others and ne'er for fleeting fame!
Guide my lethargic quill that I may portray the marvels of Thy Creation,
And honor the heroic men and women who have served this great nation!
That I may write of the simple beauty of a rose and its aromatic scent,
And the toothless grin of a child, those precious souls who are heaven sent!
May my quill write of peace, tolerance for others and true compassion,
And compose verse that speaks to hearts and minds e'er be my passion.
I pray that I can portray the precept ordained in the ageless Golden Rule,
That we treat others as precious jewels and to our fellows be less cruel!
Direct my pen that it may inspire those stranded on desperate shoals,
To surmount the vicissitudes of life and strive for worthy goals!
I pray that humor will flow from my pen to ease their onerous loads,
And gladden the hearts of folks as they plod life's treacherous roads.
May I so write that the water's hymn is heard flowing in the waterway,
Or watch with me as He paints a glorious sunset at the end of day!
Oh, wilt thou stir the waning embers in mine languid soul,
And rekindle a raging flame that I may attain my fervent goal!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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