Who Am I POTD
Who Am I? Updated Poetry Contest 11-25-24
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Who Am I
Who am I now?
Poor poet, only a mute scribe
Thirsting for manna, words of the Spirit;
Crippled by humanity,
Longing to take up my poetic pallet and walk
Bathe in waters touched by an angel’s fingertip,
I bury your golden talents
Blinded by the dread of a possessed prodigal.
Pilgrim, seeker,
I search for words that yearn to walk
Gathered from city light on a hilltop,
Paralyzed in Eden
With poetic flesh hanging from dry bones in harsh sands
I splash through channels of the word soaked in new wine,
With glee I find blooms in deserts
And lift verses from crooked roads to straight highways.
Copyright © Sam Kauffman | Year Posted 2024
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