Poetry & Art

Little King

Little king,

attempting to bear

the Strength of God.

Foolishly unaware

of the courage and will

one must have

to wield this power.

Little king,

you know not of what you ask.

You will concede

when you realize

the immense responsibility of this gift,

for God’s Strength

is not for the weak.

by Gabild

The first time I wrote a poem, I cried because I had no words to say. Now I write poetry because I have no words to say when I cry.

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