Oh beautiful word, Grace this plane with thy sacred purpose, All powerful written letter, translate, relay the mirrored thoughts of our futile existence Give voice to our hopes and dreams, Terrors and nightmares Grant us the freedom the human spirit desires, to explore, to create These are the gifts granted by your glory May the reign of free thought, the power of the Pen, never diminish Only grow as our potential grows, The limitless power of Man.
Although I'm not fond of Ayn Rands philosophy, I liked your poem. My favorite line is "Grant us the freedom the human spirit desires" ZW