May the words
Pen to page
Be sharp in spirit,
Keen in edge.
Let them stay,
Not in some vague grasp at eternity,
But like leaves in autumn or
Flowers in spring give them
Their flash of glory.
Keep my tongue honest,
My heart alive,
Keep my eyes seeking the beauty in life.
Let me sing in sorrow, but also in joy;
Let the words be communion, church,
Community-forming and yet, if it be my place,
The double-edged sword.
Drop your words on my tongue,
Let me swallow them that
This ink will be my blood.
Curb my vanity, hone my craft,
I ask, but if you must take all else,
Teach me to love.
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