The Art of Truth

I could sit and write like every poet About an ocean wave that moves me I could paint with words in depth any Colorful story filled, life lived reality But every ocean wave that's been or Will be has already been described Every ocean wave that can be told of The masses have imbibed But not with thoughts or feelings For me I have yet to read or to express And it's my job as a poet With the gift that I possess To innovate emotional growth with Bountiful insight when I create To write and recite new depths, levels And parallels in order that I can translate The art of truth that God expresses Through the lifetime of happenings we undergo To be of service to my audience so that They simply understand, accept and grow.