Providence’s Outcome

Yesterday I added the final poem to the second volume, Redemptions Deliverance. This fills out the book of 5 parts to 6 poems each. Within the last week, I added the final poem to its companion, the third volume, Redemptions Refrain—5 parts of 8 poems each.

Among the trilogy, Redemptions Rhythms, stand 101 poems, 30 written before Oct’25, 57 written between October and yesterday, and 14 shared among the 3 volumes. 57 unique, complex poems written, revised, and entered for publication in roughly 15 weeks. About 4 poems per week on average. Nothing less than Providence. This poem reflects on that journey:

“Poet’s Agony Redacted”

My soul does agonize feckless days

O’er endless words placed myriad ways;

I ponder long until morn has come,

Then greet sun’s light, though labors not done.

The new day cries out: “Bespeak byword,

Draw out the arc, and polish song’s dirge!”

Yet unless my spirit is in tune,

Poetry’s strain, my soul’s freedom hewn.

But inspiration possess me full,

My total being: heart, mind, and soul.

Thus, guided by Providence amused,

Comes poet’s gain, divinely infused

Comment: Long labor presses toward morning, unsure whether strain or gift will have the final word.