And in
Some strange
Way when
Upon my
Knees and
Broken you
Reached out
Pulled me
Up and
Set me
Upon your
Shoulder carrying
Me
As though
I were
A sack
Of flour
To sit
And gaze
Upon tomorrow
Category: Falling in Love
Poet (to You)
Spoke to
God
Again
He
Asked
Why
Aren’t
I
Writing
I have
Nothing
To
Say
I
Replied
You are
A
Poet
Seeing
Things
As
I
Intended
Trust
In
Me
As I
Have
Entrusted
You
Mirrors (to David)
Mirrors
Reflect
Only
That
To which
We
Are
Most
Vulnerable
Inspiration (to my muses)
Love
May
Be
A
Spyglass
Drawing
Beauty
Nearer
Yet
Still
Afar
Urging
Inspiration
Behind (to You)
Talking
To
God
He
Reminded
Me that
I
Turn
My
Back
On
Others
And that
He
Sent
You
To come
From
Behind
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 