soul food. Succulent, I savor the taste
of your words, let the wisdom
roll slowly over my tongue and through my mind.
Even the presentation, dramatic, like morning glories,
doing their showy thing
first thing. Daybreak their cue and ‘'Vivid - now, go!”, making
me want to bend right
you so I can pop like that. I want to
live on those branches, hold such potential. Sway, too,
song of sunlight.
to unlearn the tricks of dark, the twists of night and instead, sup with you
for breakfast. But the push and pull remains, as the circle of the seasons,
the cycles of dawn-to-dark, . Can I remember though, that
thing? To stop the effort, give in to rest, relax,
while you sink in. You come, always, mighty as a river, energy to overtake
my strivings. Your strength
shows forth, your power, when I at last admit
I’m weak. And
in the breath.
Yours and mine. The breath you gave me and breathing in –an exchange.
More of you and less of me. Just glance my way and let me
catch it. Bring to mind that melody that once I knew, of sweet refrain and
ease.because I don’t fear the
The flames, they heal me, warm me and I want it, wild,.to overtake. Make
me flexible for
the forming, melt
me for the molding. I am yielding because your hands, strong,
not forceful, but kind
and gentle, and altogether
good are compelling me to good.