I Hear The Music Of My Own Poems Again Poem by Shalom Freedman

I HEAR THE MUSIC OF MY OWN POEMS AGAIN

I hear the music of my own poems again
I am grateful for this
Quietly and more quietly I listen -
When I wait
When I know how to wait
The poem is written for me
From somewhere deeper in myself
God has given me.

Why I have a name
And need a name
And need to own the poem
I do not know.

The poem is not mine
And I am not mine
And nothing will be mine.

All belongs to where it has come from
Beyond me

God of Israel
Be quiet and kind
To all of us
Who love You.