The spirit of creation is so amazing, isn't it?
It calls me, and when I finally answer
the words just flow...
one upon another...
creating,
breathing life into little symbols,
connecting the physical to the spiritual.
And, I, the mere scribe,
lose myself in the creation,
watching as words not predetermined by myself
appear on the page,
and then reading them over and again
to understand their meaning.
Spirit is here.
It uses my fingers
to paint the canvass of this page
And I sit, as always,
amazed and breathless.
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