Asked to bring words

as an offering

they dry in my mouth

and my mind stumbles

over doubts

and fears to find them…

but words are what I do day by day,

a tool of my trade,

a way of being,

sometimes they flow easily,

freely, in unmeasured wildness

and I let them….

but today they seem hard to find,

and what I want to say

remains unspoken

as yet,

but I trust the words will come

and will be welcomed

by a power not my own,

as the spirit breathes her life

through my breath,

and the offering transforms us all