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Called To Write

My First ‘Casa’ Trip
December 16, 2020
I’m Just Not Sure
December 19, 2020

Called to Write

I must put pen to paper.
Maybe type out a word or two.
Document thoughts ‘n feelings.
Communicate 'tween me ‘n you.

It's not my words are fancy.
Don't 'spect they're special t' read.
But they're all tusslin' 'round inside me.
Bustin’ 'em out is my true need.

Sometimes it'll be a story;
Some pages of rambling prose.
Time t’ time I go t’ rhymin'.
Tho that's chancy Heaven knows!

I set store by talkin' vulnerable.
Which means tellin' from heart deep.
Without that trust, well, it's just chatter
And we share nothing to know or keep.

We tend t'fear showin' true feelin's,
Talkin’ safe; News, Weather 'n Sports.
How do we have rooted, lovin' friendship
Short of speakin’, “From the Heart Reports”?

So while you visit on my site,
This here front porch URL,
Sit back with cup of favorite brew.
Hold, enjoy the words I'll tell.

Get comfy in your easy chair.
Call ol Shep o'er to your feet.
Slow yer pace and mind a might.
Let's you and I just meet.

While you are ingesting
The musings in this place
My hope is that a knowing smile
Will come rest upon yer face.

Or maybe not a smile a’tall,
Perhaps a subtle nod,
Unbidden will expose at last
Our tie by grace of God.

Two souls unknown t'other,
Wandering this cyber land,
Will by these shared ideas
Come each to understand.

And when you've taken in my words,
These ponderings of mine,
We'll no longer be just strangers
But connected by design.

God built us not to solo,
But built us to connect.
And when we share our inner mind
That's what we do I 'spect.

Well, thanks fer stoppin' by.
It's been my pleasure to palaver.
I'm called to greet a million folk
Before I up'n go cadaver.

Come back again to this ol’ porch.
Stop, visit when in the 'hood.
Drop by and read my latest.
I truly wish you would.

By, Rik Goodell

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