Writing Boldly

I like holding, the poet’s pen in hand,

Write I, about those good times and gangland.

Talking to God keeps me from growing nuts;

All the sadness Heavenly Father cuts;

Prayer reduces medical bills in half.

Christ the Lord intercedes on our behalf.

Let’s waste not the time mounting worry-horse

The good things in life let all reinforce.

For we can make the world a happy place,

Through God’ manifold blessings, love and grace.

So let us leave those noisy trains behind;

The beauty within mankind must unwind.

©Paterika Hengreaves

(12/11/2016)