Putting the pen to paper
my spirit trying to escape her
Meditating like a Buddhist
when I sit down and do this
Expanding my new thinking
bless my lips when I'm drinking
Cleansing of my heart begins
the weapon of choice is my pen
Reborn within each phrase
my complexity like a maze
Heavenly Father touch my soul
each word and sentence unfold
Walking with death, yet living
150% of life I'm always giving
Whispering sounds of truth
killing the lies I lived as a youth
I embody the spirit of my Creator
learning to love instead of hate her
Singing serenity long past midnight
bless my hands with each word I write
My meditation comes to a close
Thank you God for this spiritual prose