poem

Popularity & Handclaps(inspired by Jean Moore)-by Jaz

Make it straight Lord

for I'm still too concerned

Give me divine sight

Slough off the need for affirmation

You send me

So shall I go

without pretense and agenda

The only program is your program

Requirement is obedience

May I delight in my yes-

also your gift

for one cannot come

unless you draw

Let the faces in the crowd

not dictate

pedestal

or

low-totem

Oh Messiah!
Let me get this thing right!

Truth and light

be my morsel

the thing I chew on

Wisdom-

feast on

May I remember what it took

to get me here

All the boulders

that didn't crush

The darts that didn't stop

Me

FREE!

Whole

A miracle

That is my handclap

Even if I never see

the end result

Even if they never put

my name on a marquee

Even if they never say

"Jaz, that was peace"

I'm free

Free to be

your Arms

Legs

Hands

Feet

Mouthpiece

Inspite of

fire-breathing demons

I showed up

to do thus sayeth the Lord

and that

Is

My

Reward.

Copyright2005 byJaz