Dear Lord, how do I make
a covenant with this poem?
Does it want a fresh pair
of wings to master the sky,
to soar like an eagle, in
the heavens above?
If a poem speaks, should
it sings in the halls of
cathedrals, joining spirit
with flesh to make this
covenant?
If a poem is planted as a
seed in my heart, should it
take root, growing strong and
vibrant, or, should it be ripe
and ready for harvest?
So, let these spiritual words
flow through a beating heart,
a gentle hand and sacred pen.
Scribed to bare witness on paper,
thus to make a covenant with thee.
