Friday, February 7, 2014

Write


Today's prompt: Write
Linking up with Five Minute Friday.

Sometimes the rule to refrain from editing is SO very difficult. There is much I would like to refine with this entry but have exhibited self control and not done so. And I am trying to be okay with that.
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GO


I picture a very large feather-quill pen.
Held in the hand of Providence.
Penning the story of creation.
The Divine must be right-handed because in this story
there are no smudged writings.
No words smeared because of His hand following along behind.
But as I observe my own life
intertwining into this one Story,
I can see the ink, still wet from 
being written, 
and I bumble across the page.
My own feeble feet seem to blur the words.
And I wonder if I’ve compromised the clarity
of this Story with my own humanity.
I imagine myself sitting, head in my hands, 
on this immense scroll of parchment, 
ancient and modern together,
peering at my sloppy work.
Smearing.
Smudging.
Blurred.
And I look down at criss-crossed legs 
and find the dried ink on my own skin
instead of the page.
I have fought the feelings of failure of that in the past.
But today, looking up into the eyes of the Author, 
I am reassured that my failings and fallings
can actually act as the gateway to allow my full entrance
into my story. His story. The Story.

STOP

2 comments:

  1. I'm guessing when the Author looks down at our dried ink, he doesn't see any smears or smudges. :)

    Visiting from FMF. Also from Michigan. I clicked over from Ashley's place. :)

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