Capable

I have opened,
And penned my thoughts into sermon,
Though a novice I feel my best has already been,
And I wonder what next I could say,
That would bring to truth,
That I am more capable
Than I can foresee

Who am I to Write a Sermon?

Who am I to write a sermon?
I silently ask myself,
As I settle into my being,
And wonder,
I wonder and it extends to my hand,
Travels down through my fingers,
That now itch with a need to write,
To write words of hope,
Peace,
Contemplation,
Resilience,
Awe,
Transcendence,
And then
Breathless with completion,
I stare down at my work in wonder,
Who am I to write a sermon?