On Writing Poem by Richard Dave Luison

"Remember me" echoes over time.
Silent it may be, yet persevering through the challenge of time.
Over and over, it beckons unto me.
Calling my attention in every possible way.

Deaf, I have been.
I turned my attention away.
Though not explicitly, i thought to myself that it does not have anything to do with me.
But to my surprise, after so many years passed
that silent voice persisted and remained steadfast.

Now at last, i have been awaken from whatever slumber i have been.
That once silent voice, is now loud and clear.
I say, cast your worries aside for I have heard what you've been trying to convey inside.

I know now that I am really called.
To put into words the stories and realities untold.
Let me be thy instrument
yet be my guide that i may be fluent.

May through me, people would heed your words.
Let me be the ball-point-pen to your ink of stories that yearns to be told.
May the richness of your mystery
the subtlety of your way be conveyed through me.
Always remind me though, that not mine, but yours alone are all credits.
For I am nothing more but a messenger of your greatness.

May I be the kind of Wordsmith
you'd want me to be.
You say "remember me"
but it is more of "i thank thee."
No more of an inkling, but a calling to be.

-thebossbeloved