Brennen Johnson, Tyler

Let It Flow

Let it flow freely, like a white river from your mouth, words of cunning and clever mind, loose of tongue. Wit sharp as diamond blade, unsheathed with blur and red blood. Unleash from the soulful depths a fire and fury shaking earth and body for all creation’s ear, those words which cannot rest within, or, with great sound and crash of thunder, will they come violently forth from that earthen frame, by God crafted, not to restrain, but to release that which cries out, “I am alive!”