Image via Wikipedia For many years,
I had left poetry
behind
and for reasons of His own
in this season
my Lord has led me
and for reasons of His own
in this season
my Lord has led me
back to rhythm,
meter
and rhyme.
If I try to force
If I try to force
a poem
what flows is prose.
what flows is prose.
With fictional prose as my goal
the words tumble out as poetry.
Words with a life of their own
seem to have donned boxing gloves
and taken to the ring.
So I wait before the Lord
Who has a story
He desires unfolded
and I lay out adjectives,
verbs, nouns
like a jigsaw puzzle.
I ache for these newly developed
characters
that they would know Him.
Then I think
how much more He grieved for me
before I turned.
I am behind in my word count for NaNoWriMo, but feel I can only move as quickly as He allows. I am not writing my story this year, but instead I have surrendered to Him and will allow Him to lead me.
the words tumble out as poetry.
Words with a life of their own
seem to have donned boxing gloves
and taken to the ring.
So I wait before the Lord
Who has a story
He desires unfolded
and I lay out adjectives,
verbs, nouns
like a jigsaw puzzle.
I ache for these newly developed
characters
that they would know Him.
Then I think
how much more He grieved for me
before I turned.
I am behind in my word count for NaNoWriMo, but feel I can only move as quickly as He allows. I am not writing my story this year, but instead I have surrendered to Him and will allow Him to lead me.
3 comments:
Love this! I went through a long stretch of not writing as well--the riverbed in me had to be dug deeper, made smoother. I am looking forward to reading who wins your word-fight. blessings!
I find that sometimes I need to stop writing/talking/etc about Him and start spending more time just with Him.
(that is where I am at right now)
So glad those wonderful words have returned. He is honored and we are blessed!
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