Pick up your Markings
discover that reading you
is meeting me
A heart cleaved open
by thoughts never spoken yet
I know them as mine
How can this be when
penned and inked long before I
was even an I
Here they are, speaking
words never written yet known
as carved on my heart
These words resonate
pulsing out, low and long as
water on the shore
Washing over Time
one voice drawn from two strings
as Rilke had said
As is you and I
with one voice burning with words
that transcend all time
Thanks for the giving
back of my words which I spoke
long before I was
And for your markings
guiding me along the path
to the Meeting Place
Where you and I are
one voice drawn from two strings
in Eternal Hands
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 12:06 PM UTC
Pick up your Markings
discover that reading you
is meeting me
A heart cleaved open
by thoughts never spoken yet
I know them as mine
How can this be when
penned and inked long before I
was even an I
Here they are, speaking
words never written yet known
as carved on my heart
These words resonate
pulsing out, low and long as
water on the shore
Washing over Time
one voice drawn from two strings
as Rilke had said
As is you and I
with one voice burning with words
that transcend all time
Thanks for the giving
back of my words which I spoke
long before I was
And for your markings
guiding me along the path
to the Meeting Place
Where you and I are
one voice drawn from two strings
in Eternal Hands