Every week I have a deadline,
an assignment (self imposed)
to create a poem couched in current times
And it isn’t always easy
to find something wise to say
or to find a worthy reason for a rhyme.

Still, it’s my prayer that God will give me
poignant words to help someone
as they contemplate their world or stressful life.
In a simple rhyming poem,
focus comes to what’s been blurred.
Inner peace can take the place of nagging strife.

So I choose to battle deadlines
and the angst of empty thoughts
as I face a wordless screen from time to time.
Twenty years of weekly poems
fuels my hope that words will come
and that somehow in some way I’ll weave a rhyme.