I once fell into a pit of despair so I made a ladder out of
letters and climbed up out of the hole. I found myself in the woods in a landscape
of grey and utter silence. So I began to write and a living masterpiece of
light in many hues began to glow upon the horizon. The rays of the sun began to
shine through the clouds as all the colors of the forest began to come alive.
So I took more words and gave songs to the birds and sounds to streams. I gave psalms
to the wind and poems to the trees and all of the creation began to become
alive with the melodies of life. To the creatures each I gave their own
utterance and speech. I laid the foundation of the earth beneath and made it firm
and formidable using words of promise. I sculpted the great cliffs and brought
forth their heights with the stroke of my pen. With flowing ink I made great birds
in the sky to herald the news in flight that we create when we write.
The alphabet with its tiny letters, can inspire greatness,
or put minds in fetters. And though its characters alone be small, when brought
together can make it all.
Ps 45:1
My heart is overflowing with a good theme;
I recite my composition concerning the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
NKJV
Ps 45:1
My heart bursts its banks,
spilling beauty and goodness.
I pour it out in a poem to the king,
shaping the river into words:
MES
…and shaping words into a river.
John 7:38
“He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of
his heart will flow rivers of living water."
NKJV
