I write down the words,
that come tumbling out.
The words of my soul,
of what I’m about.
My innermost thoughts,
I put down in writing.
To express my desires,
my soul’s inner longings.
My soul speaks through me,
in various ways.
It guides my body,
it’s needs to display.
My eyes seek to look,
to see what it sees.
My mind seeks to grasp,
to know what it needs.
My hands seek to touch,
to hold what it craves,
My voice seeks to speak,
to say what it prays.
Throughout all of this,
my soul as my guide,
My body I use,
to express what’s inside.
Jo Ann Dee
6/1/97
