The Heart of the Matter

I listen to this spoken word
spill from the lips
of a man of my craft
Words from a heart
written with a pen
probably not much different
than my own
heart
To me it doesn't matter that they're
coming from a stranger
I know they've awakened
in me a sleeping dreamer
Unlike him, I'm accustomed to
structure, flow and scheme
I don't talk tough
or pretend to be the perfect girl
But we both speak our hearts
put it out there in ink
paper, pages, paper bags
websites, books, cd's
A poet writes and speaks
their own heart
and ends up saying
the thing on everyone's
(or at least one's)
mind.

August 31, 2009

Manly Man in Girly Pants

Went and heard a Man
recite some poems and sing
some songs
Words of love, heartbreak
Nature, God
I listened with a polite
smile
His eyes were closed
he couldn't see it anyways
Yet I felt a closeness
Emotions stirred by
phrases and verse
Catchy choruses that required
Audience participation
At a few points,
during a few lines
I was struck;
Hit by the need to love
feel love, give love
receive (His) love
To rest in the arms of
Him who is Love
Because all I really need
is a hug.

August 31, 2009

You Alone

What offering can I bring
worthy of Your acceptance?
I have no wealth to purchase a trinket;
nothing by the world's standard of worth,
nor anything that would draw attention or accolades.
All I have is me.
If I were a tree, I'd clap my leaves in praise,
sway in the sweet breath of Your wind.
All I can be is me.
If I were a mountain, I'd rise tall and proclaim Your majesty
or bow in the valleys in reverence.
All I am is Yours.
You've given me a voice to lift in worship,
hands to clap in declaration,
and feet to dance in victory.
This is the offering I bring to You
all of me to You alone.
I'll dance and sing and worship at Your throne.
You are God alone.

June 9, 2009