I didn’t ask for this,
It came to me in the cradle I think,
this need to write a river.
I was summoned to free you
from your office with no window,
to tug you from the hands of despair,
to open your eyes and clear your septum,
that sights and scents might rise to your brain,
so that you can really know magnolias
and understand that dreams
do overcome concrete and all
the mundane walls of prisons without bars.
On nights that last too long,
reach inside your pockets;
you’ll find myriads of stars.
In their light you will remember
His promises come true;
sunshine follows rain
and in such joy
all the worldly wounds