Why Do I Write Poetry?

God made me suddenly, a bard; It was by serendipity; I took my pen and worked quite hard; Words gushed from heart as poetry! I wrote in times of stress and strain; God sowed His words into my heart; They helped unload heart's anguish, pain; With years, my poetry turned smart! Oh what a pleasant job, I do! Most magic words are all within; God gives this gift to just a few; I won over my stress and sin! I wrote with zeal much on my part; With time, God's grace had blessed my art. Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-1-2017