The Righteous Writer!

When fingertips can type like mine, What wonders they explore, Sometimes sublime, sometimes divine, Meant for both rich and poor… Such that from tiny keys once pressed Come forth new words and rhymes, Then comes the editing to test The best for future times… Think not such words are come and gone, Like spoken words once said, For written words have ever shone Whenever they were spread… For from the pages, hid in books, They wait to be revealed, Each time a reader stops and looks At treasures still concealed… When fingertips can type like mine, New worlds are fashioned bold, Creating tales that underline Great truths for young and old… And out of yonder thoughts abound A cavalcade of dreams, Triumphant with a new strength found, No limits, no extremes… To think, that writers span the globe Caressing chapters near, Then coaxing verses full of hope To grant the downcast cheer… And winsome wonders on the wing Are called to join the cause, To serve the scribe, to serve the king, Enough to make each pause… When fingertips can type like mine, By faith and faith alone, The poet stirs the Valentine, To make his true love known... And angels gather at the door To learn what prophets write, They know God gives these men much more Than everyday insight… Once called to preach or teach Mankind, God bids no turning back, His gift received and not declined Keeps holy hearts on track… Such that a lifetime's not enough Our gratitude to show, Nor tell the mercies of His love, For there's much more to know… When fingertips can type like mine For decades, yet by choice, Consider it a holy sign Of Heaven's future joys… Though little seems this life's rewards, My hope eternal springs, In writing for the Lord of Lords, I serve the King of Kings! Denis Martindale June 2016.