I MUST WRITE

Trembling, my mind calls my heart

"Speak to me."
Silently I wait ... then, my heart answers.
This eager hand moves the pen with wonder.

Secret thoughts, measured by heartbeats.

Golden honey from inspiration’s carved cup.
I must write ... bottled up, I choke.
Don’t hold my hand so tight.

Don’t speak so loud . . . that I can’t hear.

Don’t walk so close behind me that I must hurry . . .

lest you catch my heels.

Please
Let me stand still, panting from life’s race.

Let me close my eyes and wait.
This heart will slow its beat and whisper soft a message.
My fingers will catch each word pressing them . . . against the page.

Dallas Beth Williams Gibson