Writing in Snow

Song of Praise

Outside the presence of God’s Glory,
I can’t write poetry,
I can’t compose a melody,
I’m stifled,
I’m unproductive,
I shiver in the cold night of writer’s block,
And I can’t I write my gratitude to God,
I can’t inscribe odes to the Glorious Lord.

When I intone prayers revealed by the Glory of God,
Dawn melts the frozen lake imprisoning my muses,
And I sing praises to the Lord of Host,
I sing praises to the Son Returned in the Father’s Glory,
I write my gratitude to God,
I inscribe odes to the Glorious Lord.

Form: Lyrics