Scribbling words for thought

       Scribbling letters between tiny
lines but not really making any sense
until completed. Yet even then the
meaning of such paragraphs are
endless.

        What was the meaning?  Was
the mind rambling? Was the emotions
flying? Alas I do not insist on
understanding.

        I just write. Comprehension is for
the reader and perhaps the creator.
For I am a mere instrument in the
world business.

         Indeed the echoes that seek
inside me are just words, just dreams,
just thoughts or just scenes across
staged time. To matter only to those
of need, of cravings.

         I only hope somewhere in the
deepness of the midnight sky, the words
sink in. Reaching a layer that begged
to be up heaved.  A hope, yes, I have
for you.

        Ah Alas you question whether I
speak specifically to the reader?
Maybe. Depends on the layers peeled
and whether Jehovah wants people
to recognize any words written or no.

       Yes, indeed, I do thank Jehovah
for my thoughts. As odd as they are
and as unique the depth touched you,
my reader. Yes you will inquire if this
writer is crazy and who is Jehovah.

       All I am going to say is --
seek and you will find.

       First -- 
              Psalm 83:18(NWT) for many
               Isiah 42:8(NWT) for a few