Voice From A Poem Poem by Meng Lim Dr

'I will not be hunted'
a poem spoke
to me in a dream-
'when you are ready
I will arrive of my accord
and you will enjoy me-
millions upon millions
on my door
they knocked
often hastily
impatiently
ungraciously
I turned away
abruptly

and now
here you are
do you have
the quality
of humility
to merit entry
into my domain?

I will reject travesty
only those with purity
of soul and heart
with such alone
will I keep company....'

upon waking
I was converted:
unless I were ready
how could I dare
to step into
the sacredness
of poetry?