The Poet Poem by Paul Warren

Their words have cut the deepest
And at times gave them no rest
For sensitivity was the price paid
When the muse's whispering would fade

He was not a gentle soul
But the calling cut him to his soul
As they called in quiet times
To write the words spoken so sublime

Then others came to his side
For their grieving continued unsatisfied
To ease their pain was his contentment
Knowing his gift was heaven sent

So harken when the Muse doth whisper
For the time has come to soothe so tender
Trouble yourself no more to hear
Truth and kindness is the message clear.

© Paul Warren Poetry