Sometimes I just sit and wish, that maybe I could write a poem,
That would touch a heart, turn it from cold, to a soft and glowing warm,
Make it loving to all around, or make someone glad that they were born,
Especially around Thanksgiving, and Christmas, when it's a day to adorn.

The little Baby Jesus, Mother Mary, and all the baby lambs,
To write about the Wise Men, to imagine, they walked among the Ewe's and Ram's.
Surely I'd write about the winter, and the cold and frosty days,
I'd even like to write about the Angels, and all their Holy ways.

Some day My Lord, give me the wisdom, to take one's breath away,
With sweet words of Your truth, That might cause them to want to stay.
In your care forever, feeling the nourishment of Your Holy love,
Help me write a poem for you my Lord, after I'm with thee, up above.

I know I could never write, like some poets, who have written on before,
But I just want to write about little things, like angels wings, and then more.
Might I write of the fluttering of my heart, as they pass and touch my hair?
And maybe about a twinkle in their eye, and the Halo that they wear.

`Twould make me mighty joyous, If a few sweet words I could print,
To cause someone happiness, who knows they might come to repent.
So my dream is to take pen in hand, And create a genuine piece of lovely art,
That would touch the souls of many, and maybe change a hardened heart.

Wouldn't it be nice, just to turn out a book, for all the poet's before?
Tell them, look at this, and in my "daydream," hope they'd beg for more!
But mostly I'd just like to make up poems, The kinds that some would like to read
But if I can fantasize enough to make one great poem, then that's really all I need.

Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker
November 23, 1999
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