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