The wordsmith is comparable to the painter.
He fills a canvas with experiences of life.
He spills
his heart as well as colors
all in the the process of sharing.
So much of writings for me
are of what I wish would be..
I see
a plethorea of words
just waiting for the ascribing...
Those just set to encourage
and revive
a spirit of simplicity
in a complex world...
Founded on the base colors
but not fearful to extend a palette..
waiting for a broad brush...
and a telling phrase.
The beauty of the art
is not in the writing on paper...
but a scripting on the heart...
A message of caring.
An honest conveyance
that being a part
of another's day...
is truly a gift of God.
is not in the writing on paper...
but a scripting on the heart...
A message of caring.
An honest conveyance
that being a part
of another's day...
is truly a gift of God.


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