This is our charge: We must create a new language The words familiar, the tongue not yet spoken The meter - a connection to an unnamed tribe The way has entrusted us to this Its need emerging here. now. Mad to be saved, Never knew I was mad to save Salvation found in the unnamed uncertain. Unbidden, yet present Tell me half your stories today Half tomorrow We both know a story can save a life Just say the word
{ 2007 05 24 }
jessica
| 24-May-07 at 10:00 pm | Permalink
Power.
Missy
| 25-May-07 at 5:14 am | Permalink
Jase, I don’t know what to say. Your words are very moving. This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.
Syrrah
| 25-May-07 at 11:40 am | Permalink
De-lurking to say - what a gorgeous piece. It reminds me of Mary Oliver, or Adrienne Rich. Your story makes my heart burst. I wish I really knew you.
jase
| 25-May-07 at 12:52 pm | Permalink
Syrrah - thanks for de-lurking! Please do join the conversation. This is my first poem. Glad you like it.
tkkerouac
| 29-May-07 at 10:42 pm | Permalink
just found your blog, very interesting.