Last Stanza

A morning so bright

HE asked me to write

Lyrics come bursting forth

From deep within my heart

Words flowing through smooth

Ink blue on virgin paper white

Creativity in my morning cup

And inspiration, my daily bread

Exhilaration of the waking hours

Lucidity in my goodnight dreams

Words flow from nether land

Coffee stains on the paper white

And a few mornings go by

Since HE asked me to write

Now this world is in rapture

Some hearts it does capture

Words stutter amidst flash bulbs

Slow dance on the paper white

It has been quite a while

Since I began to write

The world marvels at MY song

I dance intoxicated to its tune

And then the words stop flowing

Blotted ink on ageing paper white

It’s time for the last stanza

And I can’t find the words

The world sniggers at my plight

And I cry out to HIM at night

Finally the words start forming

Shaky ink dries on paper no longer white

The winter morning so cold

And it’s time to write again

The lyrics form in the mind

And my poem almost over

Then HE snatched the pen

 Unfinished on this paper white

That barren winter morning

I said, Lord, my last poem…

And HE said it was never yours

The poem was always MINE

My last stanza too was HIS,

Clear ink on pure paper white