Stumbling through, but always finding comfort in the Lord's embrace.
Thankful to know through it all His eye is on me & He delights in me.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Picking Up The Pen
I used to be a poet. That sounds grandiose, but it's not. I used to write poetry. I haven't written a poem in ages. I'm almost positive the last thing a wrote was a poem to Amaya's father. If I'm correct, that was roughly five years ago. Before that I was nearly always writing. If you want to see a few things I wrote, feel free. A lot of my writing was born out of confusion, irony, longing, joy, or sadness. I still experience those, but I guess I process them differently now. I've been mulling over trying to start writing again. We'll see what comes of it. For tonight, here is what did:
Soft rain and strong music mingle in my ears Flirting with the silence of the night.