GOD MADE ME A POET

GOD MADE ME A POET

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

As I feel

the withering pains of life’s demands

and the door

slams more times than it is opened for me

someone is starving in the World

is homeless

or beaten by the marks of another.

How can I enjoy the fruits of life

when the train

comes by each day and takes them prisoner?

God gave me a heart for humanity

and the suffrages

that we all bare from time to time.

I cannot swallow food

when I know

some child isn’t getting any of his own.

I feel the Sin run all over my body

when I

should think of myself in all this kayos.

You see I cannot wear blinders.

The joy

of like is Love, and God is Love.

I owe God my blessings

for even though

I can attain anything, I won’t.

I see Promise

in the eyes of the meek

and God

already paves their hope and eternity.

Life

was created for two kinds of people

the have and the have nots.

To make right

the needs of the many, I

would do so in Gods name.

I would warm

the needy and feed them blessedly

If I only

could have the Grace of Mercy

for this heart

has been impounded by God Himself

and I am now found in God.

If only

I had the power

and the possessions to lift

oppression

and pain, the anx of survival

and those

who have lost God along the troubled way.

God made me a Poet.

A heart

filled with Light and Love for God.

Tell me how

I can lift your Spirits- and I will.

Tell me how

I can Save you from the torments of life- and I will.

Tell me how

I can stop your tears.

Tell me how

I can fulfill your needs for a Spiritual path.

God made me a Poet.