Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Jul 24, 2006 19:10:42 GMT -5
The blank page
beckons invitingly
With a white glare.
Anointed words appear,line by line,
As the words are penned with passion
And a penchant for writing
That cannot be denied.
The Divine Poet is at work,
Writing furiously
With a vengeance
That brooks no interruption.
The words speak passionately,
Imbued with a new life.
Their extraordinary impact
Will be felt for time immemorial,
As hearts are empowered
With divine strength,
And a vision that endures eternally.
beckons invitingly
With a white glare.
Anointed words appear,line by line,
As the words are penned with passion
And a penchant for writing
That cannot be denied.
The Divine Poet is at work,
Writing furiously
With a vengeance
That brooks no interruption.
The words speak passionately,
Imbued with a new life.
Their extraordinary impact
Will be felt for time immemorial,
As hearts are empowered
With divine strength,
And a vision that endures eternally.