Gods Poet A visionary heart so full of life's tears Separated from victory by unknown fears So emotional on the inside with overwhelming pain A fiery soul begging for a small taste of rain Impatiently waiting to see what tomorrow will bring As joy comes in the morning, let the choir sing All while crying worries that are not always seen Unfamiliar to the human eye yet we call it a dream So far away from something that's oh so close by sight No true knowledge of one's current surroundings in the light Spoken Word that's never before been revealed Destined by nature to succeed but my lips are sealed Seeking destiny for full restoration The moment of truth arrives to end all speculation! Luther T. Collins