a prayer for poetry

The sun still rises

The earth still moves

And all of God’s blessing

Is still here

 

And Though the wind may howl

The bee may still sting

And all of heaven’s glory

Is there beneath your wing

 

So rise like the fighter

Sing like the diva

Shout I’m still here

And these chains will hold no more.

 

Let grace be your savior

Calm be your muse

Rustle the weight of obligation

And go softly into the night

 

Hold no man to sin

No guilt to punishment

Weep for your fallacy

And rejoice for your fuck up

 

And Though humanity may judge you

He awaits with open arms

Still chiseling at perfection

Still smudging out the ink drop

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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