Sunday, December 30, 2012

Paltry Words

Sometimes when I read another's words
I have my words knocked out of me
And taken to this higher plane
The breath of God rushes in
And I no longer need 
My paltry words to sustain me.

How can I,
A humbled poet,
Open my mouth after this?

So that when I die, I might be carried 
On at least one worthy word of mine
That might pass the lips of God
And on His breath 
For an eternity rest.