Would I Write

Would I write, were I on an island with only self to read, and perhaps applaud? Yes. Then, do I write for self alone? No. There is always hope another would visit, thus poetry could I share – if not another mortal... then a stray angel passing, maybe one stopping long enough to show timely care – Who knows?--to be presumptuous, thinking God on High, Himself, anything not entirely about Him yet would want to hear – something not motivated by damnation and fear – I guess then, to be heard, I must limit my subjects to those of Divine Light and love...though I have never met a true poet, who was not always somewhere just outside here while slightly shy of anywhere so loftily above –