On K-Love

On my radio station

The K-Love emcee said

“Don’t try to paint yourself a masterpiece;—

“Let God paint your masterpiece.”

I could understand it,

Perhaps better than she could.

Every masterpiece I had ever written—

Should I have written a single one—

Had been orchestrated by a Word

Whispering somewhere in the metaphysic.

Malapropos or not,

There was the word

For me to use.

It came as natural to me

As breathing.

Rather, it was when I strove

For a word, or labored over a meaning

That I could not find one.

Frustrated that I could not understand

Every writer’s plight of having to make the words just right…

I suppose it is why I feel like I’d never struggled with this

Being my identity.

It makes me rare.

Let my ink tell the rest.