Words by Clara Mitchell
A poet lives in a world of words, That spills over into many tomorrows. Each tomorrow becomes a new day And the beat and meter go on. The one at the table who spills the beans Is an expression for sharing something hidden. Those at the table gasp And put their hands over their mouth. Words carry power for good or evil. I think about my words to God during the day. I think about my prayers to Him. I never feel ignored. I look for a dialogue to begin between God and me. Having dialogue with God is the most pleasant of conversations. God listens as I share my heart. I listen as God shares His heart-- Giving me a Psalm, a song, or scriptures. At the end of our conversation, God is still there if I decide to add more. Whenever I wake up or wherever I travel, I can start the same conversation or begin a new dialogue. God is always there to listen And console me with His great wisdom. I still need my earthly chats with others, But I know that God is there for me when chatte