Lend me a word and I’ll share with you
a thought, a rhythm, a poem, a tune;
A question on which to contemplate
which’ll make our meeting feel like fate.
I’ll share a psalm, a song to sing.
By fateful stranger, you will bring
yourself into a vernacular story
of wisdom, love, death, and glory.
For somehow when you share with me
your word – your eyes – I will see
a world of love and kempt emotions,
quiet lies, secret devotions.
But do not fear for I will care
for your word and story,
as my goal is to share
with the wanting soul before me.
So lend me a word, I’ll bless your ears,
I’ll write to you so you may hear
the beauty that’s in every gust
of wind, of breathe, of quiet – of love.
Back Story: At least once a week, I ask a stranger for a word which I use as the theme for a poem. Typically I will gift the poem forward to the next stranger I meet. So, what should my next word be?