A PILE OF BLANK SHEETS

A fresh pad

Of paper

Is here

On my lap;

A pile

Of blank sheets

Without any map

Of how to get

From A to B.

Just blank sheets

Stare back at me.

To fill them up;

This is my goal;

To share myself

Will be the toll.

To open hearts

And minds

In kind;

To those who see

And those too blind

Will be

The mystery

Of these pages blank

Before me.

So one by one,

When day is done,

I'll tear each page

From pad and glue

And type the words

And edit too.

Then say a prayer

When I am through.

For He has given

All to me,

And He knows

All the words

That soon will be

To see.

And though

I panic

To see this pile,

He knows I'll fill,

In just a while,

Each page

With words

Which I have heard

From Him.