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