Dear Precious Reader,

The poem is a humble, heartfelt prayer of a poet who desires only one thing: to be known in Heaven as “God’s poet.” The speaker turns away from earthly fame and praise, recognizing that crowns corrode, fame is mist, and worldly glory fades like grass. Instead, he offers his writing as an act of worship—her ink becomes incense, her lines are “stammered psalms” and “broken pleas.” Even if her words are imperfect and “limp toward Light,”s he finds joy in the hope that angels might smile upon them. The poem closes with peaceful contentment: if Heaven sees and keeps her “clumsy love, on bended knees,” then nothing else matters.

Core Theme: True fulfillment lies not in human applause but in sincere, devoted offering to God.

May this poem bring our Triune God honor and glory.

To be known in Heaven as God’s poet,
this is enough for me—
not laureled on earth where crowns corrode,
nor praised where praises flee.
Let ink be my incense, rising slow,
a stammered psalm, a broken plea;
words borrowed from the wind and woe,
returned like sparrows to the Tree.
If only angels pause to smile
at lines that limped toward Light,
then let the ages pass me by—
I’ll sleep content beneath the night.
For fame is mist, and glory grass,
but Heaven keeps what Heaven sees:
a soul that dared to sing, alas,
in clumsy love, on bended knees.
To be known in Heaven as God’s poet—
this, and nothing more, for me.