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 inspirationís carved cup.
I must write ... bottled up, I choke.
Donít hold my hand so tight.

Donít speak so loud . . . that I canít hear.

Donít walk so close behind me that I must hurry . . .

lest you catch my heels.


Please
Let me stand still, panting from lifeís 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

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