A collection of poems by the Wordsmith

Soul creation

My love is not enough
To feed our bodies -
My aspirations cannot
clothe us -
And your grace will not
Fend off the rain.

The vanity of love will not
Sustain this material form.

But it does provide
The buttress against life's storms.

But my love can feed our hearts,
While aspirations lead us forward
And your grace illuminates the way.