"The Imprint," A Poetry Post

The whole world is waiting for you to put your foot down.

Your mother and father and
your sisters and brothers and
cousins and neighbors and
girl friends and guy friends and
spectators are
hovering about to
find out what will happen when you
find that mite spark of purpose
in your soul and
press a bit of your weight
into it.

All of your teachers and preachers and supporters are
holding their breaths and
taking large gasps in between near suffocations,
waiting for you to find your groove
in this dance.

All of the angels are
fixated in observation,
waiting for you to
put on the full jacket of your
electric potential.

There are stars in the sky that
will not die
before your light is
dispatched upon the earth.

There are homes that will not grow and
seeds that will not be planted.

There are hearts that will not heal and
minds that will not open.

There are lives that
will not be spared until
the shield of God's wisdom comes
pouring out of your mouth.

Everything is in stasis,
holding.

And yet,
everything is in motion,
and you could miss your moment.

You could miss your moment
to make the imprint
that will change the world instantly.

-T. D. James-Moss