Invocation

My poems
cannot tell a sparrow’s song
or contemplate a petal’s curve.
They cannot roll the earth
or hold the sun
still.

But I breathe beauty and grace.
I weep gratitude for my place.
I stilt and stutter onward
still—

for God has told me:
write.

I will.

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