Channeled Art
by Sabrina Dawkins
What is a thought?
Invisible like air,
ubiquitous in the head,
taken for granted,
one expected after the next,
after the next,
after the next,
like breath.
Air everywhere and inside,
consumed every second,
mostly unseen
but felt.
Unseen, where does it come from?
Where does it leave? (John 3:8)
I wrote a poem in 2005,
inspired by love.
The words were not my own.
The experience was not my own.
Where did it come from?
It was as the air:
through me but not of me,
inhaled and exhaled
but captured in time
as evidence it was there,
a quick snap of the camera,
a photo in ink.
I typed on a frozen screen
for all the world to see
what I wrote but didn’t write,
what I thought but didn’t think.
The air flowed through me,
and love was the bridge
that opened to the air,
and allowed the holy spirit of a man
to whisper in my ear.
No audible sound,
no force of the hand,
but thought unseen,
source as wind at night.
And my best poem,
I didn’t even write.
The poem I didn’t write: https://blackchristianmind.com/moses-hogan/