Meditations on a Pen
by, Jan 4th 2010 at 01:15 AM (523 Views)
The paper was made for the pen to write
Stories the Poet will read with delight,
But the page accepts words without meaning;
Not caring if the tale is wrong or right.
Poet, take this pen within Your great hand.
Allow it to write words that You command.
Take it, lovingly, in Your holy grasp.
Uphold it to learn, and to understand.
One letter at a time, is all it needs,
For the pen to write tales of faithful deeds.
As it transcribes the words You have given,
It never looks back, but ever proceeds.
Father, the pen knows! It truly does know
That every line written will help it grow,
And when it err's on a letter or word,
It then repents, and continues to flow.
The pen, penitent of all its mistakes,
Keeps writing along, because it forsakes
Each misspelled word it has ever written.
The Poet forgives - the paper takes.