If Not There

Often I sit in amazement thinking,
How those of creative minds...
Are oft-times subjected,
To analytical probings done!
By those consumed,
With presumptions that loom...
That what exists can not come,
From a natural blooming.

As they seek some evidence,
That convinces without question...
The abilities of one,
Comes from more than intuition...
Received from just prayer.
And discipline 'within'...
That can not be shared,
To teach or instruct if not there.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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