The Writer's Journey
by Kathleen HighamWhat a journey this has been
For my thoughts, a woman asks
A new friend comes from afar
I tell her of a monumental task.
Requesting that I walk her through
Not realizing her gift is Divine
She didn't know how burdensome
I crawled through this book of mine.
There were relentless complications
My skills so pitifully incomplete
I tossed the book a dozen times
Often, poems scattered at my feet.
I begged the question every day
Why God would choose my mind
His words flowed wihout me
Each poem from Him defined.
It was beyond my imagination
As I wrote, "Is this my last?"
It seems we've covered everything
Even my intimate and painful past.
But still my words written here
For a time, no end in sight
My God is so perfectly poetic
His words come, bring delight.
What a journey this has been
And God will walk me through
Another book will grace the page
These things my God will do.
As my heart opens to His thoughts
I pray the writer's prayer
This journey pens a passionate plea
Once more, God takes me there.
