For all the words I rehearsed
and never spoke.
For the yeses I was too afraid to utter.
For the strength to say no when appropriate.
For the woman
who resembles Delphi incarnate.
For my confidence a loving god
embraces my abusive parents in heaven.
For the quiet I locate inside me
when I sit among trees.
For the words that form poems
that originate in that un-thinking somewhere.
For the angels I spy and interact with
whether real or not.
For that sense that the answer is always there
if I learn to open up enough to receive it.
copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney
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