Rocks
by Kari Morris
I just want an outlet
Father God
I just want a niche
so I won’t be thought odd
I wanna be out
not corked in a spout
about all this mystery
You've given me.
All these things
fester and bubble and bubble
the preachings I have
to mend all the trouble.
Poems and
verse
rhyme and
rehearse
dancing
singing
My voice is
creating
My work is
not mating
with its proper
staging.
I feel like I’m sitting
on top of it all
waiting to burst
at the faint of your call!
But maybe the point
before having my say
is to sit and be still
and get out of the way
because all of the
verses and
drama and
rhyme
will all come to nothing
if it isn’t time.
They say rocks get shiny
with pressure and time
I’m learning that waiting
gives
power
to rhyme.
’Cause waiting adds weight
and weight adds the truth
that’s absent in rushing
but present in You.
And so I will wait
and hold it all in
and let it keep growing
until we begin.
© 2003 Kari Morris