Writer’s Prayer - A Poem
Every week I look at my WIP and I think to myself, ‘NO PROBLEM. I can bang out the rest of this chapter and post this weekend!’ And every week, life wedges itself into all my cracks and finds every weakness possible and reduces me to such rubble that I am in no condition to do anything, let alone write beautiful words. The good news is that the worse of it is over (at least, it is for me) and I’ve been feeling more confident on getting back into some serious writing. It’s baby steps though. It’s like I’m learning how to walk all over again. It has me questioning what the hell I’ve been doing for the last three decades since clearly I know absolutely nothing. It has me doubting my faith, my values, my personality, my identity, my career, my job (not the same thing), my future, my 401K (or rather, my lack thereof), my dreams... oh, all of my dreams...
So recently I’ve been taking the time to slow down, re-evaluate my life, and relax into this new groove of having a part-time job where I get to come home and chill out on the deck with Dean the stray cat I’ve befriended, while I smoke weed and write beautiful words and dream about being a published author. Some days I even believe it. Some days I just know it.
I’m in the process of setting up a Patreon account, which is an exciting and rather daunting enterprise! People are going to pay me to write? What? I need to have some CONTENT for these folks!!
So I wrote a poem. A prayer to draw the flow of the Words back into my Creative Grace and through my fingers so that I may write them down. I am hoping to post a new chapter of Angels In The Belfry next week. Please be patient with me, dear readers, as I navigate this challenging and delightfully transformative time of my life. My sincere appreciation goes out to you all.
Writer’s Prayer
Oh, Words!
Beautiful, musical, mystical Words!
Cascading rhythms of Words, pouring into my ears!
Bring to me your melodies and your harmonies,
Your major and your minor keys,
Your bass lines and your instrumentals,
Your bridges and your choruses.
Your verses—oh!
Give to me your verses—every single one of them.
I will lap them up like a mouse drinks dew in the morning—
Every word a delicious mouthful, crystal clear and bursting with LIFE—!!
Give me, God, your beautiful Words, so that I may become the Vessel
Of your Divine Light, and spread it across this Earth in
WORDS.
