On Words

I’ve read so many books

On planes, on trains, in nooks…

I’ve read by light of day

And by candle, in the Dark

I’ve read while warm in bed,

And under… ice white, frosty bark

I’ve Read the Words of men,

Who breathe and walk and till

and I’ve Read The Words of Men

Who rest in ground, laying Ever Still

I’ve read The Word of God

And even the word, of That Old Dog

I’ve lightly read on surface

And Deeply, Words Below

I’ve read what you could Read

And yet never, ever know

But the Words I wish to read the most

BE the words of mine,

For HERE, I’m just Their host

NOW My story, is still in Penning

My heart pumping Blue, the Ink

Some Words have not been written

Perhaps I carve out room to think, I Think…