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.

 

 

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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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