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Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Writer's prayer

Lord,

Help me write today. Help my scribbling in a notebook be legible, but most of all let it be legible from my heart, my emotions...


Let the words be true, even though truth is sometimes dangerous to those you love and live with and know...but not to my soul...

Let the words be real, and let them reach beyond me to others who read them...to me first, of course, but let what I write matter...

Let what I right touch people--make them cry, make them laugh, make them angry, make them think, make them feel...as I have when I wrote the words...

Let me choose the right words for my emotions and senses, so that they can sense them too...

Let the anguish and the joy of thinking the words, of choosing the words, of crafting the words, of fearing and loving the words, show in what I write...

Let both the written and the unwritten words, the lines and the unwritten lines and the in-between the lines, speak loud and clear...

I love words...let it show to those who read them...

2 comments:

  1. Is this original? It's exactly how I feel when I write. It puts my prayer as a writer into words better than I ever manage to. Fortunately, God knows my heart and works even my feeble attempts for good!

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