Lord Jesus, I feel the dearth and poverty
that defines---and has always defined---my spirituality:
but I rejoice to confess this, as in this poem expressed,
for You have said that the poor in spirit are and shall be blessed.
You have answered the need I feel with assurance of Salvation
that cannot be compromised by despair, fault and flaw, and temptation.
To eternal life in Your Kingdom you have called even such as me;
and though decidedly minor, I offer this Poetry
in gratitude to You for Your Gospel---my soul's chief exultation.
Starward