Invited by Jim Hall
Far away but invited
Distant but sought
wandering and apathetic
It's time to go back
Time to see
Time to hear
If I lie on the beach will I soak up the sun?
Will feel the warmth?
Can I breath in the air?
Will I stand up or will I sit down?
Will I run with the horses or fall in the thicket?
The jug is cracked
water lost
lips parched
And I, I want to be like a tree
planted by the streams of living water
I want to be unmovable
unshakable
let my roots go down
let them go down deep
rooted and grounded
A hand lifted high
yet eyes remain closed
The yearning soul
the longing spirit
A feast of rich food
a banquet of aged wine
a honey pot on the shelf
honey from the rock
feast of a poem, friend.
your reference to honey warms my heart and makes me smile.
bless you.
Posted by: anonymous | February 26, 2008 at 02:29 PM
that made me smile ...
thank you.
Posted by: deb | February 26, 2008 at 03:52 PM