Paper and Pen … Ramona Moore

paper and pen

by Ramona Moore

paper 8:21 p.m Writing of the way You called my name; Your voice sent chills down my spine. In the darkness, I was lost without light. To write to You seems impossible, though I know You guide my pen. This ink and these tears; together they blend, creating a masterpiece I did not intend. I had not yet known that my heart was the canvas You created; and Your love was the color to be painted. But still I sit here with this paper and pen, praying that my words for You won’t ever end.