|Whether because the written word might die,
Due to the audio-visual revolution;
Or since the world might be ignited by
Atomic bombs - what chance their dissolution?;
Or as my verse might be considered trite,
I often feel it will not me survive
While knowing well I'll never cease to write:
How else could I myself remain alive?
It is, besides, for me the surest way
Of praising God, who made this sacred Earth
And thus the means by which I strive each day
To capture words within, and give them birth.
|O may my poems, too, then duly give
To some frustrated writers faith to live.
4 September 1995