Lord, depose our Apollo,
Be our true Lord of Poetry
And so give us poetic licence
To fulfil
To craft
To create
With a God given palette
In your own imagery.
Blaze a trail from your heart
To the spirits of men
Taking captives and setting them free
To feast on your words of life
To move to your music of love
To immerse into an eternity of dance and celebration
And so to reflect your divine Artisan Soul.