In the beginning was the Word.
This Word lead to other Words,
The Words that are written on this page.
And the Word was with God.
My hand writes each Word,
From where did those words come?
And the Word was God.
My Spirit guides my hand,
As it guides my life
.
These Words I write
Come from within me,
But within me is My Spirit,
And My Spirit is My God.
So each of my Words,
Come from God,
And my Words are God.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 21st, 2017 01:37
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 61
Comments4
A fine, integrated and thoughtful write G/F.
But in me dafter moments - reading this first thing has given me headache. Well, I was 'thinking' too much! heehee.
Can you never be 'deep' Porchi? Must it always be porkies and sherries?! lol.
A very thoughtful poem. And you are right, all the words we write do come from within us. Do they come from god? Maybe...it all depends on the writer and his/her belief. For a buddhist, it may be different. But regardless, let's be thankful that we DO have words to pen.
I am always grateful for the words that I write, some are good, some are bad but I will never give up.
Well written and expressed
Thank you Tony, much appreciated.
Welcome
Your words are yours alone, and are merited by the beliefs you hold.
I do so enjoy poems penned in different times
Thank you Suresh, they surely are my words and each of us has our own words within us.
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