A poet who stumbled into grace..

She is the tie between this and the future
She is a flowing fountain from which all poverty stricken souls may drink
She is a root watered by a raging creek
Holding all fruit which each starving heart seeks
She is the spirit ascending and succeeding until it lifts the faces from the sky
She is an oil lamp not extinguished by air
Filled with grace and illuminated by noise and music
She is a solitary soul clothed in simple cords
Sitting up the stool of inspirational devices
Awaiting the silence of night
She is the poetic verse--which often people ignore in life
Recognized only when beauty bids the grazing earthly desires
She is the poet firm in her words
Yet so many refuse to acknowledge
So how long must the people contain themselves in sleep
When is the right time to continue to open up and exceed moments of advantage
How long will the world deny greatness,peace and intelligence
Fighting against the ignorance which leads them into the path of light
But, for stubborness their walkway pleads the narrow road
Encircled with misery
Consuming their own conceit and betrayel
Honoring the dead
But, burying the living
Who spend their moments in awe of achievement
Despite the severity of each waking hour
Poet, you will one day master all hearts
Your nation has no expiration
I continue to examine my crest of thistles
For I am the poet, concealed in a sprout of faith....