299 Joseph White


It is a tradition during open mike poetry reading to throw pens at the feet of the one reading their poem, to respond in this way, to show ones delight to the poem and to encourage the poet.

This pen is the first such pen I received while reading the poem represented here. My name is Joseph White. I wrote the poem on June the twentieth, Twenty Sixteen. It was given at the POET-IFY Poetry to Edify on June 26th 2016 at3:30 to 7:30 PM at Germantown Church of the Brethren Fellowship Hall & Family life Center 6601 Germantown Avenue, Philadelphia, Pa 19119.

The poem is based on two Bible verses. Ps. 139: 13-14. For you have possessed my rains. You have covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise you; for I am fearfully made. And Jer. 1:5. Before I formed you in the belly I knew you; And before you came forth out of the womb, I sanctified you and I ordained you a prophet unto the nation.

The name of the Poem is

“What Is My Future?”

Starting out as a tiny spot

Smaller than merger dot.

What is my future? What will I be?

Swimming in a sea so warm

Perfect here from all outside harm.

What is my future? What will I be?

My brain responds to sounds

They come from all around.

My feet kicks my arms sway.

They grow stronger

Each passing day.

What does it mean, this place, where I lay?

What is my future? What will I be?

I hear more sounds, words. They are sounds

They are sounds, before, I heard.

Will I feel some gentle breeze blowing in the trees?

Or will I my life be snuffed out never to see?

The golden sunrise or the rolling sea?

Or feel the warmth of a loving caress.

But the sharp pain, the pain of death.

What is my future, what will I be?

Will I ever be unknown, or will I be set free?

What Is my future, what will I be?