Inked invitation

     Words that absorb deep into my mind. Thoughts
that pour out onto paper. How odd some are and
still I comprehend nothing now. All comes later.

     Hiding their meaning often but eventually as a
sound comes, the completion echoes throughout the
whole poem.

     Distances that are there create tiny ridges upon
my soul yet with Jehovah I overcome each one. One
mountain, one mole hill after another.

     Everyday concerns start by weighing my morning.
So either a walk with my Father, Jehovah or a prayer
removes them from me. The stresses that stretch me
thin in areas, too, are taken and strength, joy are
given in return.

     Softly the movements of letters, of words poke
me. A whisper that itches a louder voice. So here are
a few spoken. Volumes upon volumes still await..
Patiently, one day, they too will receive an invitation
of ink dancing upon parchment.

     One day at a time, one poem upon an hour.
Each trails to the right point. Whether understood by
one or a million, I do not know. All that is there, is
the reason/need to write.

     It is upon your eyes, your mind if want to listen.