poem

Poem

Bless my words, my lord
That they be real
So they seep in people’s soul
Not just bounce off their ear

That they have shapes and forms
Angular, triangular, circular or sphere
They come not as sounds but sensations one can feel
A hug, a slap, a kiss,
Perhaps a tear

May my words generate silence
So that we can hear

But above all
Bless me, my lord
That I may rise up to the challenge of
My own words
So my life becomes the poem
Perfecting year after year