A Year Without a Poem

Written by Rani Kaye on February 22, 1988:

More than a year without a poem
... and they used to come every day!
Oh, they still do, but I don't write them down
I just sing them, then they drift away.

(Somebody's Journal records all the rhymes
... and notes all the harmonies playing behind.
And He loves an old song
... and He loves a new song
... and He loves diversity, comedy, and hue!)

And I love to sing them
... and I love to bring them
On altars of frailty,
Transformed by His holiness,
Made fit for His view.

And He hears my every prayer!
Those spoken ... those breathed unaware.
Before and behind my life:
Yhwh ever there!

Reigning, although unseen
The comedy of God has been
A servant on horseback
And a king on his feet!

A maid who's her mistress' heir
(Whom Mary and Sarah bare)
And Oh! How the earth will move!
When the Servant is King!

-- Poem by Rani Kaye, all rights reserved