Providence

These poems write themselves    
I pity the souls upon the shelves      
Who strive for words    
Words without wisdom    
Can't you just hear them?    
Babble - Fables    
That itchy ears welcome    
That evil tongues spew      
Having a clue    
But not a care    
Rare are the tongues that speak rightly    
Upright    
Displaying light    
Instead of hidden darkness    
But there's nothing that won't be seen    
Brought to the light    
Discernment      
Discern the spirits    
Test them    
When you find a gem    
A diamond in the rough    
Weary but tough    
Lift each other up    
With living words    
Not of death    
But power & health    
I didn't choose this    
He choose me    
These words write themselves