The Call of Pen and Ink

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~