Such a Gift Revised

Yearning, Yearning moved within the human heart And of its own volition, there arose an utterance so new, so raw, so absolute, It would not be held. Rather, it rose up and off the tongue In boundless Joy and Gratitude toward the Creator. Before recorded word took form The gift of speech transpired. From devotion flowed the praise Melody as wings Wafted upward and outward across space. Harmonic strains, Notes of adoration Resonated full and deep Suspended toward the heavens. Such a gift is song! Sun and moon Rose and set. Speech gave place to art inscribed upon the stone. Symbolic structures and shapes evolved Through the span of seasons. From the reed to pen The written word perfected. Now. Now, from the ink comes composition, Designed expression, Movement from primal to powerful, Prose gives voice to passion, A need too compelling to be denied. Of its own, the quill does move. From heart to verse Poetry in whispery words that Linger along the margins Enticing, inviting, engaging Merging minds and souls in Measured movement Soaring to the summit so new, so raw, so absolute, It would not be held. Rather, poetry rises up and out In boundless Joy and Gratitude to its creator. Oh, that I could write such a gift! Copyright 2020 © Michelle Waters