I wish I could be a writer,
etching soul into character
I wish I could be a poet,
transforming spirit into sound
My heart and spirit are always so full,
of words, of song, of love,
overflowing
There is never enough time in a day
to put pen to paper,
to record what my heart and spirit
can’t stop shouting
I’ve thought maybe it’s not my time,
that life’s circumstances just won’t
allow for it
But I think I’ve had it all wrong –
It’s not about time at all,
it’s all about love
There’s only love and serving love
in this life
I could spend all my spare time
tucked into a desk, alone, pen in hand,
recording life
I suppose that’s love and serving love
in its own way
Or, I can be
love
I can be the love, offer the love,
perpetuate the love,
face to face,
exposing my soul and this LOVE I have,
in everyday life,
giving to others and serving the world
in the best way I know how
LOVE
I wish I could be a writer,
I wish I could be a poet,
but I think maybe my spirit is telling me
something else
I’m a be-er,
with the heart of a writer
and the soul of a poet
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