The Other Poems
I Must, I Might Confess

What do I know of you? I must confess
I have not much to say, but much to know.
Alas, I must now speak, for I must go.
Could I have known you more? I could have, yes.
But what would come of it? Not much, unless
I spoke into your life that you should grow.
Yet of my labors, what have I to show?
Not much, I must confess. But nonetheless,
what little I have spoken, God shall bless.
The little that I know is what I sow
that you might harvest from an overflow
the peace, the joy, the love that none would guess
could come from God above, still much the less
through one of His, whose heart you did not know,
whose steps were ordered where so few would go.
I came to you that this I might confess.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org