While I Am But A Go-Between Poem by Denis Martindale

While I am but a go-between, a poet, nothing more,
And not the best that you have seen, I did my share for sure.
With thousands typed, and thousands penned, and thousands now online,
Perhaps I served as guide and friend, through poems I call mine.
Like faithful scribes, I learned to wait, to gain more skills that way.
Words came! Why should I hesitate? No reason to delay!
A single verse portrayed the theme. The second came on time,
As if I followed one more dream and thus proved it sublime.

I wait upon a precipice, a cliff edge, so to speak,
Now seeking something more than this, perhaps something unique.
A brand new insight never known until it comes to me,
To prove I do not write alone when sharing poetry.
I gaze upon the scenes below that inspiration brings.
Then I must write the truths they show, whatever wisdom springs.
While I am but a go-between, a poet, nothing more,
Upon such insights, I must lean as they span shore to shore.

And when I face my final breath, I pray God grants me peace,
For poems linger after death, though poets' bodies cease.
Our mortal frames return to dust to leave this world behind,
Perhaps to say, 'In God we trust! ' before we leave Mankind.
Some poets will get truly blessed because God loved them so,
Because the Saviour, they confessed, and preached so faith would grow.
Because they preached of Calvary, the Holy Spirit, too,
Because some poets preached to me, as I once preached to you.


Denis Martindale.13th September 2025.