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"Listen...
"...--are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?" (Mary Oliver) Poetry or Prose
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SharondaBriggs

WALKER

As I walked across a desert of uncertain sands.

I felt a warm breeze and something held my hands.

I was gripped with force yet subtle to breathe.

I was chosen by someone to

Teach and lead.

As my walk turned to gliding on a mystical summer Eve.

The pain I felt left me as I

Dropped to one knee.

My arms flew in the air and my

Head swung back.

My eyes was seeing clouds

With stars in the cracks.

In my mind I'm thinking ...people Must see me this way.

But in my soul I was feeling

...I don't care what they say.

Suddenly sound floats from lips

In shallow.

I said " God thank you for today and guide me through tomorrow."

All went silent and the world was mine.

It was my time to show that his glory was divine.

As I talked aloud more people came about.

My shallow voice became a humble shout.

The position I was in attracted a crowd.

Was I making sense or was I just loud?

Several other words left from my lips.

Then all of a sudden...something raised me by the hips.

Stood me up and stood me tall.

I said what I needed to say,

They heard my call.

I felt relieved,

somehow unhinged from stress.

I prayed to my God,

He made me confess.

To release the pain and suffering that caused me to walk.

Turn into a confession that

Caused me to talk.

Once my words began to spread,

My meaning was heard.

I knew I was guided to teach

His heavenly word.

From that day on,

I voice my pain.

Never to hold it inside me again.

Amen