Encourage the writers, creators of art.
Who share what’s inside them, exposing their heart.
Alone with their thoughts, they reach deep in their soul.
Exposing their journey through life is their role.
They take us to places we’ve not seen before.
They take us to heights we’ve not dared to explore.
Their words give us courage to learn and to grow.
They give us the courage to share what we know.
Some words will enlighten and help us to see.
They help us be all we’re created to be.
When life brings us sadness, it cuts to the bone.
We seek words of comfort, we need time alone.
So, writers keep sharing your words with us all.
With no light in the darkness, we stumble and fall.
The door to my soul had so rarely been used.
The key wouldn’t turn. The lock flatly refused.
The lock finally yielded, I opened the door.
My footsteps left prints on that dusty old floor.
I walked to the window and opened the shade,
Revealing the cluttered-up mess I had made.
The stuff pilled in heaps and just scattered about,
Caused me to shudder and filled me with doubt.
Could I ever make sense of this room full of stuff?
Could I deal with this muck? Was my courage enough?
I sat on the floor and I prayed for a while.
Then God gave me courage to start on a pile.
Discarded old memories I’d long ago stored.
I thought they were gone but they’d just been ignored.
As I sorted each memory I found in the piles,
I tagged some with sadness and others with smiles.
As I searched for a purpose in each one reviewed,
I found comfort and peace with each memory renewed.
I saw scattered around me the feelings that came
From the memories I filed, so I tagged them by name.
I made progress on cleaning some piles of debris.
Though much more remained, I now needed no key.
I left the room open and let in the light.
I go there more often, it’s now in plain sight.