Oh, Lord, That I Might Understand

Oh, Lord, that I might understand The dreaming of a dream, I had not dreamed and had not planned Or chosen for a theme... That someone else had time to share, That someone else explained, Yet so mixed up I had to stare And wonder what I gained... But patience is a wondrous thing, For prose and poetry, Perchance to set thoughts wondering... Or wandering quite free... I know I cannot write that way, All phrases thick and fast, I sift through thoughts I need to say, As if from first to last... Then editing is all I seek, I read the words I wrote, Not always seeking words unique, As if an antidote... I have a dream that words are friends, Not strangers still unknown, I guess on this my hope depends When in my Writing Zone... Thus rhymes transcend the little lines And verses play their part Like crystal glasses, finest wines And wisdom from the heart... Let others share their dreams, of course, Explaining what they will, Yet help me to observe the laws And rules that guide me still... Denis Martindale August 2016.