Flowing Ink and Heaven

By , everett, WA
My pen scribbled away
at the paper laid before
me. I wrote the brilliant
things that came to my mind.
I wrote about the way
the sun set. I wrote about
the way waves crashed upon
the magnificent golden sand
in the midst of winter. I talked
about how nature took its
course. The birds fly high,
the dogs run wild, the squirrels
play tag; it just all flowed.
A part of me wanted to write more though,
something deeper.
So I let the ink flow off my
pen. I talked about Him,
the way He made me feel.
He brought out the beauty of
everything and showed me,
truly, His one and only Heaven.





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