We Must Write

We must write. One should not tempt the muse,

And yet I question worthiness of phrase

And pray for purity to disabuse

The wayward line only meant to praise.

To remember when the words are flowing full

The source of inspiration through the hand,

Remember too at cease or in the lull

When no light dawns, never to demand,

For even in our poverty of thought

A vision may come and music seldom heard,

A glimpse of the immaculate is caught

And we become the channels of the Word.

We shall recall when silence occupies

The mind or thoughts unworthy to repeat,

That when He comes a rapture fills our eyes

And hearts; our poems we place before His feet.