club deluxe

Poetry flows like wine at sunday communion
hearts spilled forth, spirits raised
Blue and Red jazz notes fill the air
feet tapping, bodies swaying, laughter floating,
It's tuesday night at club deluxe

The words from hearts broken
hearts dreaming
hearts mending
gently spill around my soul
lifting it to new heights

energy pulsates
vibrates
through my veins
i feel alive
i feel inspired

words can only glimpse what swirls around in my mind, and bounces around in my body. poetic phrases drip, like sweet juicy georgia peaches, in my mental notebook. at odd times, they jump out into minds ear. their origin is curious to me and opens me to the realm of reality often hinted at but never delved into. my over worked brain often drowns out the pulsing Spirit that comes and goes like the wind. For me, for me poetry is an avenue, a ticket to jump aboard the flow of that mystic wind circling round my soul. the activity and flow of God is an ever present reality i'm often ignorant of but do seldom taste. moments of timelessness when the communion is real and my heart and soul match the beat and rhythm of His -- and He and I simply are. He is he and me is me and we be.....we be.....we be, just...being....together... and I'm ever grateful.