I’m a story You wrote and You read aloud
to bring me into being.
I’m a book You’ve authored from the beginning till the end.
You’ve never written a poem quite
like me
I’m fleshing out as You verbalise my detail
Yes I’m unravelling as You turn these pages You’ve
encrypted.
Oh I am learning to trust that
The heart of the One who held the pen
that first bled my names
Is a wild story teller.