Unseen the Master's Hand Pen's Joy.

Unseen,the master's 
hand pens joy
each day his 
thoughts they flow
through countless souls 

and endless dreams  

in so many 
ways that show,

How he wove the 
colors of the world
in rainbow hues and then 
he settled in to 
bring its praise
in prose and verse to men

Some humour to 
help loosen up
all ivory teeth 
left clenched
a poem of comfort 
full of hope
restores a heart 
that's wrenched.

Like a conductor 
he directs
accompaniments for us
we lift our pens 

or find the keys
to write of love and trust

We bend language 

to make it fit
he uses us as tools
while madmen rave 

and leaders boast
we work to 
calm the fools

He knows that 
poetry exists
within a babbling brook
the sing-song sound 

of pebbles sprayed
by rushing waters everyday
is poetry in many ways.

While choirs of 
his precious birds
share sweet songs 
as we rise
to a most lovely, 
brand new dawn
its colors please our eyes
till the glory of his 
long brushed strokes
paint sunsets cross the skies

He made all poets 
more aware
of the wonders 
this world holds
we're born as poets 
from the womb
as poets we'll 
grow old.

We document the 
trials off youth 
and the pain of 
age inflicted
scripting our 
feelings is a drug 
to which we're 
all addicted

You see my favorite 
muse is God
inspiring me with love
he grants what I dream of
he posts his thoughts 

deep in my mind
I.M.'ed from far above.