Be-er

I wish I could be a writer,
etching soul into character

I wish I could be a poet,
transforming spirit into sound

My heart and spirit are always so full,
of words, of song, of love,
overflowing

There is never enough time in a day
to put pen to paper,
to record what my heart and spirit
can’t stop shouting

I’ve thought maybe it’s not my time,
that life’s circumstances just won’t
allow for it

But I think I’ve had it all wrong -

It’s not about time at all,
it’s all about love

There’s only love and serving love
in this life

I could spend all my spare time
tucked into a desk, alone, pen in hand,
recording life

I suppose that’s love and serving love
in its own way

Or, I can be
love

I can be the love, offer the love,
perpetuate the love,
face to face,