Extreme Dream Team

Though we pen poems by the ream,
As if to praise God's perfect theme,
When tired out, we sleep and dream
And sometimes to a mad extreme...

Maybe our hearts are prone to scheme,
Or in our eyes there's fixed a beam,
Where evils pour down like a stream
And cling and stink like clotted cream...

Maybe our lives aren't what they seem,
Just commonplace and not supreme,
We're not the leader of the team,
Or smile as with a God-blessed gleam...

Though evil spirits may blaspheme,
God's still the Holy Elohim
With seraphim and cherubim!
That's why I pray... before I dream...

Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2012.

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poem by Denis Martindale
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