I Am Not a Poet

I am not a poet;
   I make no visual art;
I labor but can't show it—
   A product from my heart.

Words of random garbage,
   Dreams of ill-thought scrapings,
Wanton notes discarded,
   Logic leaps a-gaping.

Yet I labor at it,
   Unsung by crowds or fame;
I act as if I had it,
   The perfect verse my aim.

Pointless this is not though:
   My worthless work is viewed
By One who wholly all-knows,
   Whose Love imbues me through.

I'm not a mighty poet,
   My words won't change the world—
In spite of how I wrote it—
   Yet here these words unfurled.

God Almighty loves me—
   My words here I own it.
Praise the grace above me
   Falt'ring words of poet.

- D. Benning