04 May 2016

how I write

words
are slippery and
easily find places to hide
there is no magic
to conjure or
pull them out of a hat

my only secret
is release
and surrender
to His call
my hand moved by His

I am the goblet
not the wine
holding only what He provides
tilt me
pour me out

My heart is stirred by a noble theme
    as I recite my verses for the king;
    my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.

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