WORDS
The words scrawled across a page
Letters arranged to form meaning
Arranged into thoughts and feelings
Scattered bits and pieces of ones life
Remembrances of paths once walked
Dreams once dreamed on white clouds
Some coming true while yet others died
Words, small and large, telling all things
Painting beautiful pictures in ones mind
Setting imagination free to soar on wings
Living wonderful fantasies with eager eyes
Once read they become recorded forever
To be called back at some reposeful time
Words of lessons learned, wisdom passed
So others might avoid the pain of teaching
Signposts of danger, of paths, of life itself
Become spelled out in tiny letters of blood
Highlighting those errors taught at high cost
Where sacrifices made should not be in vain
Words of both loves pain, and loves wonder
Arranged in rows so clear, and yet clouded
For a hearts selfishness to itself blinds eyes
Loves truth written can still be truth ignored
While the final meaning lies in interpretation
The writers soul lay bare between the lines
Words of power, words of intense emotion
Of peace, of love, of faith, words of all things
They do not spring into life all by themselves
Yet they cry with a voice of their very own
Demanding to be written, to now be set free
They could not be written as the sun not shine
Words that must be written, that must be heard
If only by the heart, the soul needing to speak them
The writer dips his pen into the depths of his heart
and watches the joy, or the pain drip into words
Tears of love, or tears of loss is the ink he uses
In times of the souls torment, or the souls peace
It to sheds its life's blood to make the words live
Scribbles of ink on a page, yet with a life all their own
For the ink is also made of faith and infused with love
While the pen is guided by angel whispers in the night
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