The ink that prints on my papers gentles heart
Stroking and filling the page with question marks
Waiting for me to tell it what to write
Can we connect? It asked
Are you ready to pick up the mat and walk?
When is your true story going to start?
It needs something that grabs the reader’s heart
It wants to inspire and be inspired, but I can't.
The ink wants to know, the ink asks
Question marks after question marks
It wants stories that are untold
Filled with action that is bold.
Why do you ask me to write about a dream that hasn't been lived?
An action that turned to an illusion
Faith without work
Work without faith
A disconnected life that is hard to write in cursive
A life that is illusive
Too many periods and gaps between letters
Too many dots....and comas, , , in between words
They all end with question marks???
Though you have the answer
You refused to give
Though you have the passion you refused to live
The cries of your heart you ignore
The pages you kept filling with meaningless words.
Instead I want to write...
How you find meaning to your life
How you picked up the mat
How you inspired and walk the talk
How you stopped being crippled
How you stayed still and listened
How you served others without limits
How you lived your life with no regrets.
“Sir,” the invalid replied, “I have no one to help me into the pool when the water is stirred. While I am trying to get in, someone else goes down ahead of me.”
Then Jesus said to him, “Get up! Pick up the mat and walk" At once the man was cured; he picked up his mat and walked. " John 5:1-9
Here is a question for you and I " Do you want to get well?"
Credit : Art by Bereket Mamo
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