For That One, Poem #1

I am not big on poetry, and not great at spelling or grammar, but every now and then a poem gets started in my head and I write it down. So I thought maybe I would start posting some of them here. Feel free to let me know what you think! 

 This is the first one I have written in a long time: #1.

 For That One 

 Riddles and rhymes are not my thing

 I have to know I have to understand. 

When sharing the depths of eternal things 

I want you to know 

I want you to understand.

I struggle with the pen 

Yet words must be declared 

For that one soul to hear 

For that one soul to understand. 

My paintings sing without saying a word 

They tell of these things I need to share

For that one to know 

For that one to understand. 

The brush gives me no struggle 

It speaks clearly of eternal things 

Things my soul knows 

Things it understands. 

 By Fawn McNeill Barr