The Sentences of God Are Hard To Match

A meta- poet who writes about the art Who wonders if we need a special gift A better poet who writes from their deep heart A problem is the first line where we start Do not try to make that writing swift A meta- poet who writes about the art In my mind the little fishes dart I try to focus on the ones bereft A better poet who writes from their own heart In live writing there’s no graph or chart No wondering whether we go right or left A meta- poet who writes about the art There’s little to be gained by being smart We need slowness though we must be deft A better poet who writes from their own heart Slowly we combine the warp and weft The sentences of God are hard to match A meta- poet who writes about the art A better poet, a universal heart