I say yes
to this gift
on my knees
fumbling for words
yes
yes
yes
You want me this way,
this madly?
Then I am yours.
And I say yes
to this gift
I didn’t see to read
I couldn’t find the lock
I wouldn’t turn the key
I didn’t hear
what I could not say
it was there in my mouth,
yes.
The light pours in
the early morning
I feel a whisper
and it wakes me
my first thought is of him
your prayer on my lips
lead us not into temptation
but deliver us from evil.
I say yes
to this gift
this prickling quenching numbing
and humbling
gift.
I am blessed.
I say yes.
From Poems from the Chatterbox