FLOODS

Just beyond my comprehension lurks

A thought, demanding some befitting words,

And teases, pleases, tantalizes, works

Unknown to me. A shepherd tending herds.

Of poems unwrit and melodies unvoiced

And on the fence it prowling, still remains

Unwarned, lovely unsung, unrejoiced,

Till “Enter Thou”, He lovingly ordains.

Then feather-like it falls upon my psyche.

To push aside the boulders of restraint,

And hurtles on the trail so feather-like,

So effortless and without one complaint.

That words like torrents come in pouring showers,

And lovely lyrics echo in the bowers.