Muddy Words

This is a poem I wrote for a dear friend about 9 or 10 years ago? I changed the end a bit. Deb, this is for you. Love you much!

“Muddy waters running ever so slow

Thick sludge

Muddy feet and muddy hands that have sunk in the mire

You are toiling and battling uphill

I will bring you out of that place

 

I will write words that move the earth and soar across the skies

Words that invade hearts

I will write words that weep and rent and shriek

And echo love and hate

And every emotion it will ever take

To drag you through that muddy place

And out again

 

I will write words that illuminate a soul and stir melodies

And memories

And take people to places and scenes

Words that yelp

Words that engulf

Words that spark fires

Enduring words of POWER

Words as small as mustard seeds

Words that evoke the highest mountain to crumble

And bring it down

Words that reach the tallest cedars

Words that mesmerize and calm a frightened child

Words that uplift a kite to fly a thousand suns

 

I will send these words through the air, through the mail

Across continents and space, the oceans, rivers, and streams

And every bookcase shelf, like Harry Potter’s quest

In satchels too,

And ever library, in every state

And turn them into languages I cannot enunciate

Just to get to you

 

I will baptize words

And cover them with anointed oil

And every prayer that was ever stored between my lips

To drag you through that muddy place

And out again

 

I will bring helicopters and planes, and military tanks,

Even the Calvary if that’s what it takes to get to you

I will take words and wash them in dew and sunlight

And soil and moonlight and bring forth seeds

And plant them where there are still honey bees to pollinate them

To get to you

I will print them in bold and every color ink

And every verse is already predestined, prepared,

To prevail

To get to you and pull you through those muddy trenches

I will fight depression, poverty, tears and weakness

I will stay focused

Reach through all the pain

Crawl through the beaten crowds of people

Touch the hem of His garment

And pray

That His Words will bathe your soul

And cover you

And do all the things I simply have no power to do

With these few words I have in my palms to offer you

But His Word last forever and they truly do have the power

To heal and blanket you in PEACE

Then you and I will swim out of the mud into the crystal sea”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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