Words

My world is sketched
From pen and pad
My words are always scripted

The love of knowledge
Can be shown
The lite of stars still lifted

With heaven above
And my feet below
I'm rooted in my worship

This poetry
It seems to me
To be my whole existence

Each word, it beats
In tune with speech
It pours from me like ink

A soul survived from
grit and grim
Soiled by mans earthly deceit

Where would I be
Without my words

What would become of my mind
My sanity is wrapped in peace
Made of words I have yet to find

God has blessed me
Nurtured my gifts

Enhancing my language and skill
bringing light unto my depths

Exposing my true being
With out my poetry I could not be
My self would just be less


©2009 Erica Harrell (Rachelle Reve`)