Poetry

When the heart is sad and sore,
When the soul is sick with care,
Poetry with its magic lore
Can make all things seem fair.

In the shadows of the night,
When the world is all alone,
Poetry with its tender light
Can make the darkness shone.

When the spirit is oppressed,
When the heart is all aglow,
Poetry with its soothing rest
Can make the soul grow slow.

When the mind is filled with doubt,
When the soul is all astray,
Poetry with its golden shout
Can make the way seem plain.

So when life is dark and drear,
When the heart is sad and lone,
Turn to Poetry, my dear,
And she will make you strong.

She will take your hand and lead
You through the shadows dim,
And the light of her sweet face will feed
Your soul with hope sublime.

She will sing to you of love,
Of joy and peace and light,
And the world will seem above
All its pain and sin and night.

So turn to Poetry, my dear,
When the heart is sad and lone,
And she will make you strong and clear,
And the world will seem a home.

Nancy Ann Creed