Poetry Stirs My Soul

I must not be late for prayers

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I must scurry, hurry
bustle in a fury
I must not be late for prayers.

Why did I stay up so late
now my internal debate
what seemed so important that
it could not wait.

I read a poem by Maya Angelou
it moved me, stirred my soul, titled
“Still I Rise”
then I read a poem by Emily Dickinson
prolific, she wrote nearly 1,800 poems, including
“The Wind”
still not done, I read a poem by Langston Hughes
it spoke to me of the equality of humankind, titled
“Freedom.”

Each poem has its own cadence, rhythm, rhyme
some have no rhyme at all
and it’s a free fall
of words
that must find a place to go
on empty pages waiting for expressions to be caught within
that one moment in time.

I think my time was actually well-spent
but I am grateful that I made it
to prayers on time.

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