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.
Ah ... Creator, heed my silent plea
I ... Must Write!
Reason for writing:
Carrying a heavy burden of responsibility and surrounded by
many people who expected me to meet their needs ... my life,
or - the circumstances of my life - far too often forced me
to "shut down," or ignore the tugging need to separate
myself, relax and meditate until the flow of inspiration would
move through me. Thus, I had been torn ... too many years.
and felt the gift of creation grow cracked and dusty in my
soul. I penned this poem at a time in life that I recognized
I was standing at crossroads. One direction, or path, led
on to greater financial accomplishments and material reward
- while the other path meant an "about face" and a discarding
of all that most people would think important. Yet, this
foreign winding trail would give me what my heart, mind,
body and soul were thirsting for. I.e., solitude, unfettered
days and nights where time meant nothing and I was free to
think, to muse, to pray, and allow my roots to take a
stronger hold ... setting me free and couragous and ready
to write all that which had been suppressed and ignored.
My friend, the decision made at that l988 crossroad has
served me well - and may I add - all that I had feared
proved to not exist.
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