Of Most Import

If writing were all my work

And I had no duty but to dream

And creativity ruled

And passion wasn’t just a theme,

If I was appointed to inspire,

with a pen and pad,

And take people to a special place

That they’d always wished they had,

If I were a bridge between God and man

To spread the simple truth

And say that which must be said

And is believed without proof.

I would strife to live life with love

And see the wonder that there always is

Laying about to be caught with words

And shown to all that lives.

For we are blinded by our own demise,

By believing our lives are short,

And we miss the divine of every day,

And the things of most import.