[guitarczar]

Hey all. This is a piece I wrote for a girl (she's a Messianic Jew, which I hint at in the poem) that I care about more than 99% of things on this world. She's always so giving, so nice to me, and it kind of hit me the other day that I should be giving back, showing MY appreciation. So this poem is the start of it. Let me know what you think.

the gift to give:

i was thinking in high frequencies,
FM, windows down, emotions audible,
buzzing cracked speakers and rattling vinyl-fastened metal
that makes our hearts capable of five-star crashes (not awful, but enough to slow us down)

when the static faded, i was blinking, slowly,
quite as speechless as the radio,
searching the air waves for solid particles,
hoping to land on profundity, the presets of the impossible,
cause when it comes to honoring the honorable,
i’m left groundless, stirring only from silence fuzzing softly in my ears.

but when the AM hits,
i know i’ll be praising God,
for his creatures and His creation,
listening closely to what the one and only station says about you:

“the gift i give is the gift to give,
and it’s only given when you smile,
so if it takes awhile,
make some time for yourself and explore the edges of your environment;
cloth-covered seats, power windows, and ledges to rest your arms
as you stare at ember-burned holes on the floor mat
begging to be filled with skittles who have lost their way but that have finally found the rainbow.”

and if it took bread crumbs to reach the Gentiles,
deliverance is only an arm’s length away,
not what you’ve given, what He already gave,

so, daughter of the King, listen closely,
cause when the AM hits,
i know i’ll be praising God for you and His creation
and if it takes some time for you to smile, that’s okay,
cause when it comes to honoring the honorable,
i’ve dialed my appreciation to the One and Only station that i know,
so i can give what He already gave.