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
