HIDDEN
I had so many poems go rushing through my head,
Didn’t have chance to write them before going to bed,
So I stored them by compartment in my head some how,
Now I’m ready to write and I want those ideas right now.
Three compartments I opened and the poems all written,
But the others just seem for awhile to be inwardly hidden,
Now other thoughts creep in the others maybe buried deep
And my stubborn brain will all those ideas want to keep.
I am feeling rather tired so more ideas may stay hidden there,
When these thoughts flow they will be lovely beyond compare,
For often the Lord blesses me and He my words often enhances,
That’s when the poems get more than a few cursory, quick glances.
So let them rest for awhile and be fed by good thoughts galore,
Maybe write well enough to have three poems of the week for sure,
And then there will be much rejoicing in this old tired heart of mine
As I write special poems and maybe be blest with His light truly divine.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 18 April 2006