HR Creel- Three Poems

HR Creel is too old not to write.  See his poems at Outsider Poetry.

Near the Top

we climb near

the top

of our own humanity.

we still cannot reach

heaven, and so heaven's

mighty finger must

reach down to us.

we are alone

without that touch.

 

Not Needed Here

there is a lie that

says, though near

death, I am not needed

here.

maybe you hear it too,

that lie.

but there is purpose.

incline your ear

to purpose.

let it whisper to you.

 

Heard Him Say

I heard him say

Walk and Be clean.

I heard him say

Come as you are.

I heard others say

You are not welcome.

But his door

is always open.