It was for you...

for You

why wouldn’t I write poetry about You?
Why did I go this long without uttering words of praise
And awe and gratitude towards You?

All this time, I have written about anger and fear
About men About love
About loves labors lost
Trying to imitate Shakespeare
And others
Trying to imitate myself.

When the authentic thing finally pushed through

 It was for You, God. Always for You.

[from a commenter on this blog...]