A Poet's Prayer
Thank you for
words, Lord
their eloquence
and simplicity
the many forms
of speech and language
known to man ~
Thank you for
the gift of voice
and its
expression ~
sounds that pass
through teeth
and tongue and
settle on the lips
that form them.
Words emerging
from the mind
and heart
dripped with
honey
or sharp as
steel . . .
words worth
remembering.
And so my gratitude
emerges in this
hand and pen
with urgency to
capture
all the bits and
pieces
before they
float away.
To write Lord!
To give flesh
to the spoken word
to make it real
to pass it on
for generations yet
to come
remembrance to reflect
upon
with laughter or
with tears.
We . . . who can
dream
and speak of the
stars
must record the sacred
truth ~
that once
mankind was here.
Joanne
Cucinello 2008
Words... they float in the air like time. They pass over our heads and through our hearts. They settle in our mind, they lift us up or defeat ....words become flesh. They release us and sometimes give us wings to fly!
ReplyDeleteThank you, my Sister . . . beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWe have learned so much about the power of words in our lives, haven't we?
Love you xoxo