The call of pen and ink can kindle in the human
breast
Surges of fear and doubt, of joy and want to write
our best
It feeds a need to plant a seed of hope to all who
trod
Toward the Awesome Ultimate when we answer to God
This epoch of existence in the skin of flesh and
blood
Ere Time’s last sea is parted and its vapor twinkle
snuffed
Ignites a holy urgency where pen and ink ally
To light a wick on candlesticks of paper torch held
high
The call of pen and ink can seem modest; its flicker
drowned
In bravado of babble that rocks outer worlds with
sound
For warriors of word wear no insignia or mark
To tell of battles fought or courage taught in
night’s deep dark
Still, they have wept where losses and the crosses
that they bear
Though not apparent at first-glance have bent their
knees in prayer
On blank-paper resistance, dogged soldiers of this
sword
Have learned to brave staid silence as they wait upon
the Lord
The call of pen and ink is but the medium whereby
The call of God can touch the heart and open up the
eye
To He who WAS and IS and will forevermore endure
Then pray the words we lay to page are love-inspired,
pure
The Awesome Ultimate invokes with purpose, every pen
To God be the full glory of the words written by
men
For as we trust His Hand to commandeer our hands that brim
With humble call of pen and ink t'will be from and for Him
Janet Martin~
Janet Martin~
Lovely words, especially this eloquent line: "Time’s last sea is parted and its vapor twinkle snuffed"
ReplyDeletethank-you so much!
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