I have a spiritual confidant
getting my cue from far away,
hearing the words she whispers
telling me what to say.
For years now she has lingered
with words I thing I hear,
together slaying demons
with words and not a spear.
Gently she had taught me
the power of the word,
influencing hearts and actions
by simply what they have heard.
Her well of exquisite wisdom
comes to form here in my hand,
working her magic with me
even though I'm just a man.
Her willing and eager ally
in the fight she fights,
the busy right hand of the muse
turning some wrongs to rights.
by Robert Quinn
all rights reserved
No comments:
Post a Comment