If I were a wooden spoon…

stir the potIf I were a wooden spoon

I would want nothing more

than to be held

and used

to stir the pot

that cooks on the kitchen fire.


But I am not a spoon.


I am a woman

with heart, eyes, nose, teeth,

breath, fingernails, intellect, spine…


Hold me.

Use me.

Stir the pot.


I am at once desperately begging,

and unavoidably aware,

that You will…


Because You are.

Because I am.





2 Responses

  1. Nicky says:

    This is beautiful Yollana. I’m going to post it up in my office.

  2. yollana says:

    Thank you Nicky… 🙂

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