Putting pen to paper , Stringing a few lines together, Though not always very coherent , With a rhyme my thoughts I write , And am told , a gift with words I have .
Am no Shelley , no Wordsworth, or Keats , Not the contemporary Maya Angelou either . With no academic excellence to my credit , Nor with any claim to a literary career, Pretty modest and simple am I .
My talents and skills can at best , Be described mediocre and yet , Am the one who recently discovered, On a day beset with the mundane , The art of making simple poetry .
When God created the animals , Each one he gave a gift . To the lion he gave the roar , The hare the fleet of feet , The nightingale a song , To enthral every ear .
They lined up one by one , Each to be endowed a favour . Until it was the turn of the worm , The least of God’s creation. He took a sliver of his light , And gave the worm a glow .
How much more then has he bestowed, On each of us his favourite creation ? Let us find that sliver of light within , Turn it into a beacon and hold it high , For those our sisters and brothers , Lost in the dark, along the way .
Mary Jacob 
Your simple poetry touches one heart, Mary. Here’s to more such beautiful thoughts penned down
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Mary that was so beautiful! Loved how you elevated the lowly glow worm!
And us.. Reminded me of Psalm 8 “What is man that You are mindful of him?”
Keep writing Mary and may many be blessed by this!
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